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Nipsey Hussle

Victory Lap

Victory Lap by Nipsey Hussle (Ft. Stacy Barthe)

Woah-oh Woah-oh Woah-oh Like the beginning of Mean Streets, you could (Oh) Like the beginning of Mean Streets, you could Like the beginning of Mean Streets, you could I'm prolific, so gifted I'm the type that's gon' go get it, no kiddin' Breaking down a Swisher front of your buildin' Sitting on the steps, feeling no feelings Last night, it was a cold killin' You gotta keep the devil in his hole, nigga But you know how it go, nigga I'm front line every time it's on, nigga Hunnid proof flow, run and shoot pro Every few shows, I just buy some new gold Circle got smaller, everybody can't go Downtown, Diamond District, jewelers like, "Yo Hussle, holla at me, I got Cubans on the low" Flew to Cancun, smokin' Cubans on the boat Then docked at Tulum just to smoke, look Listening to music at the Mayan Ruins True devotion on the bluest ocean, cruisin' My cultural influence even rival Lucien I'm integrated vertically, y'all niggas blew it They tell me, "Hussle, dumb it down, you might confuse 'em" This ain't that weirdo rap you motherfuckers used to Like the beginning of Mean Streets I'm an urban legend, South Central in a certain section Can't express how I curved detectives Guess it's evidence of a divine presence, blessings Held me down, at times, I seem reckless, F it You got an L, but got an E for effort, stretched him Dropped him off in the Mojave desert, then left him Ain't no answer to these trick questions Money Makin' Nip, straighten out my jewelry on my bitch dresser Well known, flick up and jail pose Snatch a champagne bottle from Rico's 'til T show Whatever, nigga, playin' chess, not checkers, nigga Thirty-eight special for you clever niggas See, bro, if you ain't live and die by the street code Been through all these motions, up and down like a see-saw I can never view you as my equal Fuck I wanna hear your CD for? You might also like Like the beginning of Mean Streets Like the beginning of Mean Streets Like the beginning of Mean Streets Like the beginning of Mean Streets Like the beginning of Mean Streets Like the beginning of Mean Streets (We gotta make it) Like the beginning of Mean Streets Yeah, look I'm finna take it there This time around, I'ma make it clear Spoke some things into the universe and they appeared I say it's worth it, I won't say it's fair Find your purpose or you wastin' air Fuck it, though, y'all niggas scared Eyes opened, I can see it clear They don't make 'em bar none, they don't make 'em real They don't make it where I'm from, they don't take it here They ain't see in due time, I be makin' mils Bossed up in this game, I been makin' deals Get your lawyer on the phone, we can make it real I got checks and balance, I flex dramatic Other fifty on my neck, just my reckless habit Ain't no pussy on my rep, disrespect the savage I make one phone call and the rest get handled It's just another front step with candles Lil' message from the set, "We accept your challenge" Woah-oh Woah-oh Woah-oh Woah, woah We gotta make it, yeah, we gotta We gotta make it, oh, we gotta make it Oh, ah, ooh We gotta make it, oh Victory Lap

Nipsey Hussle

Double Up

Double Up by Nipsey Hussle (Ft. Belly & DOM KENNEDY)

90 ContributorsTranslationsFrançaisDouble Up Lyrics Double up Three or four times, I ain't tellin' no lies, I just run it up Never let a hard time humble us Double up I ain't tellin' no lies, I just (Yeah) I ain't tellin' no lies, I just Five, four, three, two That's time I got to you That money, my dreams come true My life in diamonds, who knew? Who knew? Who knew? Turned seven to a fourteen Fourteen to a whole thing Lord knows it's a cold game Switched up on you hoes, man Big body take both lanes Backseat, blowin' propane All-black, five gold chains Young rich nigga bossed up on his own, man My new shit sound like it's "Soul Train" Tookie Williams over Coltrane Eric B by the rope chain RSC, we for sure bang Tiny Locs and they go crazy What you know about the dope game? Was you born in the '80s? Did your mama smoke cocaine? Have you ever seen a whole thang? But you drove to the streets 'cause you grew up on short change? Fucked up when the dope age It remind me when these rappers drop duds and they quotes change Had the part with the low fade I would stand in front of Nix with my sack for the whole day Drive-bys, that was road rage Then we park and hop out, learn levels to this whole thang Old school, play the O'Jays Tryna make a slow change, mama still slavin' for a low wage Tryna You might also like Double up (Yeah) Three or four times, I ain't tellin' no lies, I just run it up Never let a hard time humble us Double up I ain't tellin' no lies, I just (Yeah) I ain't tellin' no lies, I just Five, four, three, two That's time I got to you That money, my dreams come true My life in diamonds, who knew? Who knew? Who knew? I'd leave it behind if you let me Ironic, I'd drown just to hold you down I'd jump off the ledge if you with me I bring you up, you just let me down Let me down (Uh, let me down) (Need my All Money In chain too) Let me down (Woah, let me down, look out, look out) It's hard to catch what you can't see I grew up to be who I wanna be, so The more niggas talk, I'ma shine Might've been way before its time Posted with my back against the wall Life is a bitch, but she mine The rag six-deuce, yeah, it's mine The Westside too, yeah, it's mine What you know about Your poster on the wall at the dealership? Leave her in the bed, legs tremblin' Gettin' banged on for your Pendletons What you know about Your response be the reason you exist? Lucky I ain't get caught up in the twist Young nigga, blue pager on my hip, so As the champagne spill And the car accelerate and the beat gon' cry I be goin' to the bank at least three, four times Getting handshakes from the branch managers We keep doing fly shit when the cameras cut Double up (Yeah) Three or four times, I ain't tellin' no lies, I just run it up Never let a hard time humble us Double up I ain't tellin' no lies, I just (Yeah) I ain't tellin' no lies, I just Five, four, three, two That's time I got to you That money, my dreams come true My life in diamonds, who knew? Who knew? Who knew? I'd leave it behind if you let me Ironic, I'd drown just to hold you down I'd jump off the ledge if you with me I bring you up, you just let me down Let me down (Let me down) Let me down (Let me down, look out, look out)

Nipsey Hussle

Racks in the Middle

Racks in the Middle by Nipsey Hussle (Ft. Hit-Boy & Roddy Ricch)

92 ContributorsRacks in the Middle Lyrics (Hit-Boy) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (TrapAdix) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, I was ridin' ’round in the V-12 with the racks in the middle I was ridin' 'round in the V-12 with the racks in the middle Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Ay I was riding ’round in the V-12 with the racks in the middle Had to pray to almighty God they let my dog out the kennel When you get it straight up out the mud, you can't imagine this shit I been pullin' up in the drop tops with the baddest bitches Young nigga been focused on my check (Mhmmhm) Got a new coupe wrapped around my neck (Mhmmhm) Tryna put the water on my Patek (Mhmmhm) I got killers to the left of me (Mhmmhm) We was lurking on 'em, ain't show no mercy on 'em We was goin' back to back, we put a curfew on 'em It was dark clouds on us, but that was perfect for us We know you always crash and burn, but it was working for us Limo tint the V-12, double check the details Gotta cross my T’s and dot my I’s or I can't sleep well Millions off of retail Once again, I prevail Knew that shit was over from the day I dropped my presale Hold up, let the beat build See me in the streets still I been fightin’ battles up a steep hill They gave my road dog twelve, it was a sweet deal And I been ridin' solo tryna rebuild Look You might also like I was riding 'round in the V-12 with the racks in the middle Had to pray to almighty God they let my dog out the kennel When you get it straight up out the mud, you can't imagine this shit I been pullin’ up in the drop tops with the baddest bitches Young nigga been focused on my check (Mhmmhm) Got a new coupe wrapped around my neck (Mhmmhm) Tryna put the water on my Patek (Mhmmhm) I got killers to the left of me (Mhmmhm) Look, under no condition would you ever catch me slippin' Motorcaded shooters plus the Maybach chauffeur driven If they catch me wit' it, gon' send me off to prison Judge ain't sympathizin', court don't show forgiveness Engine in the Lambo drownin' out the music Silk Dior with the flowers, five gold Cubans Champagne while I shop, hope I splurge foolish Closin' Escrow twice this month, both commercial units Damn, I wish my nigga Fatts was here How you die thirty somethin' after banging all them years? Grammy-nominated, in the sauna sheddin' tears All this money, power, fame and I can't make you reappear But I don't wipe 'em though We just embrace the only life we know If it was me, I would tell you, "Nigga, live your life and grow" I'd tell you, "Finish what we started, reach them heights, you know? And gas the V-12 'til the pipe in smoke" I was ridin' 'round in the V-12 with the racks in the middle Had to pray to almighty God they let my dog out the kennel When you get it straight up out the mud, you can't imagine this shit I been pullin' up in the drop tops with the baddest bitches Young nigga been focused on my check (Mhmmhm) Got a new coupe wrapped around my neck (Mhmmhm) Tryna put the water on my Patek (Mhmmhm) I got killers to the left of me (Mhmmhm) Another million dollar bail, that's just some regular shit See my granny on a jet, some shit I'll never forget Next day we flew to Vegas, with my Puma connects We break bread, we ain't new to success Bleed music, invest, enterprise, take lucrative steps Cold game, but I knew it was Chess As a youth in the set Learn the game, you a student at best But it's a couple things you can expect Look, just like money know money, nigga, shooters respect Other shooters we was both, don't want my crew on your neck I'm on the freeway in a drop, it got me losing my breath I do the dash with the blues on the deck Mhmmhm Mhmmhm Mhmmhm Mhmmhm Mhmmhm

Nipsey Hussle

Dedication

Dedication by Nipsey Hussle (Ft. Kendrick Lamar)

Look, my nigga this is dedication, this is anti-hesitation This a real nigga celebration This a Dime Blocc declaration 59th and 5th Ave, granny house with vanilla wafers This the remedy, the separation 2Pac of my generation, blue pill in the fuckin' Matrix Red rose in the gray pavement Young black nigga trapped and he can't change it Know he a genius, he just can't claim it 'Cause they left him no platforms to explain it He frustrated so he get faded But deep down inside he know you can't fade him How long should I stay dedicated? How long 'til opportunity meet preparation? I need some real nigga reparations 'Fore I run up in your bank just for recreation Dedication, hard work plus patience The sum of all my sacrifice, I'm done waitin' I'm done waitin', told you that I wasn't playin' Now you hear what I been sayin' Dedication It's dedication, look You might also like I spent my whole life thinkin' out the box Boxin' homies three-on-one, got DP'ed but I ain't drop Chirp on me, here I come, brrt, spin around the block They blurped on me, said I ran a stop sign but that's a lie I spent my whole life starin' at the stage Playin' Sega, daddy smokin' sherm, mama playin' spades Catchin' vapors, grandma said I'd get some Jordans for my grades That's my baby, when she died my heart broke a hundred ways I spent my whole life tryna make it, tryna chase it The cycle of a black man divided, tryna break it You take a loss? Shit, don't cry about it, just embrace it Minor setback for major comeback, that's my favorite My nigga L said, "You do a song with Nip, K. Dot, he a better Crip" I said, "He a man first, you hear the words out his lips About flourishing from the streets to black businesses?" Level four, yard livin', given to false imprisonment Listen close, my nigga It's bigger than deuces and fours, my nigga Since elementary we close, my nigga, yeah, straight like that I give you the game, go back to the turf and give it right back For generations we been dealt bad hands with bad plans Prove your dedication by hoppin' out Grand Am's I'm at the premiere politickin' with Top, Nip, and Snoop Damn, Pac watchin' the way we grew, from dedication If it ain't congratulate then it look like hate If it ain't congratulate then it look like what, Nipsey? Hol' up Look This ain't entertainment, it's for niggas on the slave ship These songs just the spirituals I swam against them waves with Ended up on shore to they amazement Now I hope the example I set's not contagious Lock us behind gates but can't tame us Used to be, "Stay safe," now it's, "Stay dangerous" 'Cause ain't no point in playin' defense, nigga That's why I dove off the deep end, nigga, without a life jacket Couple mil', tour the world, dawg, my life crackin' Cook the books, bring it back so it's no taxes Royalties, publishing, plus I own masters I'll be damned if I slave for some white crackers I was mappin' this out, I hit the heist backwards Hoppin' out the eighty-five in Reebok Classics Ran a couple marathons just to get established To make it happen, you got to have it Dedication, hard work plus patience The sum of all my sacrifice, I'm done waitin' I'm done waitin', told you that I wasn't playin' Now you hear what I been sayin' Dedication It's dedication

Nipsey Hussle

Hussle & Motivate

Hussle & Motivate by Nipsey Hussle

77 ContributorsHussle & Motivate Lyrics Pull up in motorcades, I got a show today This all I'm tryna do, hustle and motivate Choppers a throwaway, hustle the Hova way That's why they follow me, huh? They think I know the way 'Cause I took control of things, ballin' the solo way And if you pattern my trend, I make you my protege Slauson Ave soldier raised, niggas don't know them days Take you in back of the buildings, make you expose your age Take you across the tracks, make you explode a face Now you official now, but you got a soul to save I just been cookin' that new, I'm 'bout to drop in a few Think if I call it the great, the people gon' call it the truth Ain't really trip on the credit, I just paid all of my dues I just respected the game, now my name all in the news Trippin' on all of my moves, quote me on this, got a lot more to prove Remember I came in this bitch fresh out the county with nothin' to lose And I don't do this for nothin', nah, from the ground up, yeah But I don't do this shit for nothin', no, no, not at all, yeah My mama need rent, ma need rent, yeah, she do, aw yeah So I don't do this shit for nothin', no, not at all, all I told her I got it, oh, yeah So I don't do this shit for nothin', not at all, from the ground up Hustle and motivate (Woo) You might also like Back in this bitch like I never left Stand for some shit that you never rep Passing through stages in life Through the ups and the downs like it's all just another test Live by the rules like a fuckin' ref I got respect in a hundred sets Too many chains, need another chest Playin' no games if it wasn't chess Cut from that cloth that you couldn't stretch Cut from that circle you couldn't test Heavily pressured and under stress Even though niggas ain't show it, we was a mess Honest attempt, play him to the left Judge a young nigga by they address Left us no option, what they expect? Only thing we knew for sure was to bang the set Fuck livin' basic, I'm takin' risks Fuck what they sayin', I'm sayin' this Don't waste your time, it don't make you rich It don't mean nothin', so fuck 'em, let's make a grip Double up, triple up, make it six Ballin' so hard, you could pay a bitch Lead to the lake if they wanna fish Make sure them niggas around you stick to the script This should be written in stone You should come visit my zone Don't take my word, double-check all of my flows Ask 'em how Hussle got on But fuck what you heard This is for who walked down that road Sold everything but they soul Straight off the curb, real niggas rich as you nerds Addressed to whom it may concern I don't do this for nothin', nah From the ground up, yeah But I don't do this shit for nothin', no, no, not at all, yeah My mama need rent, ma need rent, yeah, she do, aw yeah So I don't do this shit for nothin', no, not at all, all I told her I got it, oh, yeah So I don't do this shit for nothin', not at all, from the ground up Hustle and motivate (Woo) Hustle and motivate, hustle and motiv— (Cut the bass out) Hustle and motiv—, hustle and motivate (All Money In, nigga) Hustle and motiv—, hustle and motiv— Hustle and motiv—, hustle and motivate (Victory Lap)

Nipsey Hussle

Blue Laces 2

Blue Laces 2 by Nipsey Hussle

70 ContributorsBlue Laces 2 Lyrics Oh, aw, baby, it's been so long Oh, aw, baby, it's been so long Mogul and they know that, logo on my floor mat Courtside, Chamberlain throwback match my Rolex Everywhere I go, flex, valet park on some Loc shit Whole lot of smoke in that 'Rari, that thang potent Burnin' rubber, wearin' cameras, they was undercovers Under pressure, made statements, turned on they brothers Never judge you, but the streets'll never love you I wonder what it come to in your brain for you to run to Ones that hate us, handcuff us and mace us Call us dumb niggas 'cause our culture is contagious Third-generation South Central gangbangers That lived long enough to see it changin' Think it's time we make arrangements Finally wiggle out they mazes Find me out in different places I'm the spook by the door, this the infiltration Double back dressed in blue laces Oh, aw, baby, it's been so long Oh, aw, baby, it's been so long You might also like They killed Dr. Sebi, he was teachin' health I fuck with Rick Ross 'cause he teachin' wealth Dropped out of school, I'ma teach myself Made my first mil' on my own, I don't need your help All black Tom Ford, it's a special evenin' City council meetin', they got Hussle speakin' Billion-dollar project, 'bout to crack the cement So what if our investments had become strategic? Summer 0-18, man, it's such a season 'Bout to make my partners look like fuckin' geniuses We was in the Regal, it was me and Steven We done took a dream and turned it to a zenith Anything I wanted, everything I needed Gotta pace yourself, it's all about your breathin' You can have it all, it's all about your reasons I done took my name and carved it in the cement Oh, aw, baby, it's been so long Oh, aw, baby, it's been so long I flashback on that shootout at the beach, twenty deep You tried to squeeze, your gun jammed and they released Blood on your tee, how many stains? I see three The bitch started to panic, so I made her switch seats Drivin' now, police chopper, hear it flyin' now Really not too spooked, calmly asked me, "Am I dyin' now?" All I know is keep you calm and collected Crackin' jokes like, "Nigga, now you gon' be finally respected" See your blood leakin', got my foot on this gas Tossed the 40, we pulled up to Daniel Free and see CRASH You know the alibi, they started shootin', we was standin' by Ain't see nothing but the flare from the talons fly I wasn't there, I was passin' by Matter fact, don't say shit, I'm just gon' drop you in the back and slide That's your weed, all the cash is mine I'll take 'em both to the spot plus your phone 'til you back online Oh, aw, baby, it's been so long Oh, aw, baby, it's been so long

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Grinding All My Life

Grinding All My Life by Nipsey Hussle

56 ContributorsGrinding All My Life Lyrics All my life, been grindin' all my life Sacrificed, hustled, paid the price Want a slice, got to roll the dice That's why all my life, I been grindin' all my life, look All my life, been grindin' all my life (Yup) Sacrificed, hustled, paid the price (Woah) Want a slice, got to roll the dice That's why all my life, I been grindin' all my life, look I'm married to this game, that's who I made my wife Said I'd die alone, I told that bitch she probably right One thing that's for sure, not a stranger to this life Got a safe that's full of Franklins and a shoulder full of stripes (Ah) Don't know a nigga like myself I say self-made meanin' I designed myself County jail fades, you could pull my file yourself Spot raid, swallow rocks, I'm gettin' high myself Look, and damn right, I like the life I built I'm from Westside, 60, shit, I might got killed Standin' so tall, they think I might got stilts Legendary baller like Mike, like Wilt '96 Impala, thug life on wheels Up against the walls, squabble at Fox Hills Like a motherfuckin' boss, ask me how I feel Successful street nigga touchin' them first mils (Woah) You might also like All my life, been grindin' all my life Sacrificed, hustled, paid the price Want a slice, got to roll the dice That's why all my life, I been grindin' all my life, look All my life, been grindin' all my life (Yup) Sacrificed, hustled, paid the price (Woah) Want a slice, got to roll the dice That's why all my life, I been grindin' all my life, look I got everythin' I said I was gon' get, on my kid In addition to that fact, I went legit, I'm the shit Now accordin' to the way that I'm positioned in this biz It look like I'm just gon' keep on gettin' rich (Ah) Know them Westside RSCs is us LAPD on my dick, I'ma squeeze and bust If a rap nigga diss, Swiss cheese his bus All this rap money, nigga, look, I need too much Money, loyalty and love, in the dream we trust You be switchin' up the players on your team too much Tiny Cobby, that's my Loc, Young Supreme, what's up? Ain't we travel 'round the world gettin' cream or what? Ain't you get off on whoever Hussle seem to rush? Las Vegas, strip pop, yeah, you creamed them punks After all that lookin' tough, all he seen was stumps 50 Cent and Mayweather fleed the scene with us True story All my life, been grindin' all my life Sacrificed, hustled, paid the price Want a slice, got to roll the dice That's why all my life, I been grindin' all my life, look All my life, been grindin' all my life (Yup) Sacrificed, hustled, paid the price (Woah) Want a slice, got to roll the dice That's why all my life, I been grindin' all my life, look

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Last Time That I Checc’d

Last Time That I Checc'd by Nipsey Hussle (Ft. YG)

65 ContributorsLast Time That I Checc’d Lyrics Last time that I checked It was five chains on my neck It was no smut on my rep Last time that I checked (Checked) I was sellin' zones in the set (Zones up in the set) Make a quarter mil' no sweat Last time that I checked I'm the streets' voice out West Legendary, self-made progress Last time that I checked (Checked) First, you get the money, then respect Then the power and the hoes come next Last time that I checked (Checked) I been self-made from the dribble I was been sayin' I'ma kill em, look Playing no games with you niggas Pop clutch, switch lanes on you niggas, look I laid down the game for you niggas Taught you how to charge more than what they paid for you niggas Own the whole thing for you niggas Reinvest, double up, then explain for you niggas It gotta be love, who run the city? It gotta be cuz This for the pieces I took off the Monopoly board And y'all niggas' false claims, it gotta be fraud Just keep the hood up out your mouth or you gotta be charged I doubled up, tripled up, nigga, what? Banged on the whole game, I ain't give a fuck Nobody trippin', handled business, got my digits up And when I drop, you know I'm 'bout to fuck the city up You might also like Last time that I checked It was five chains on my neck It was no smut on my rep Last time that I checked (Checked) I was sellin' zones in the set (Zones up in the set) Make a quarter mil' no sweat Last time that I checked I'm the streets' voice out West Legendary, self-made progress Last time that I checked (Checked) First, you get the money, then respect Then the power and the hoes come next Last time that I checked (Checked) And I come through fly (Check), no cosign I ain't need radio to do mine, I done fine And I take my time (Check), and take my tribe Every level that I crossed in this game like state lines It was visionary, either I'm genius or you niggas scary Maybe it's both, and this balance I deliver daily For every nigga in these streets tryna feed the babies The single mamas working hard not to miss a payment And dirty money get washed on royalty statements Black owners in this game of powerful racists Young niggas in the set that's doing it makeshift Out the garage is how you end up in charge That's how you end up in penthouses, end up in cars That's how you start off a curb-server, end up a boss That's how you win the whole thing and lift up a cigar With sweat dripping down your face 'cause the mission was hard Last time that I checked It was five chains on my neck It was no smut on my rep Last time that I checked (Checked) I was sellin' zones in the set (Zones up in the set) Make a quarter mil' no sweat Last time that I checked I'm the streets' voice out West Legendary, self-made progress Last time that I checked (Checked) First, you get the money, then respect Then the power and the hoes come next (Uh-oh) Last time that I checked (Checked) I got the front end and the back We on the way and that's a fact (Facts, nigga) This real, this ain't rap Where everybody wanna act pro-Black (They don't really wanna fuck with us) The last lie you heard, this ain't that This that I done made it out the gutter shit Nip told you, "Fuck the middleman," I told you, "Fuck a bitch" Fuck wearing they clothes, I wear my own shit Y'all can own y'all label, I own my own, bitch Ayy, Nip, I remember all that game you throwed me Don't fuck around and get played by these label owners Talk that shit to these niggas, Adrien Broner But secure the win, though, don't let that game fold you 'Cause when it's game over, it's really game over And all they do is play the game 'til this game over And you be giving game like a big brother Mission, never let 'em take it from us, no Last time that I checked It was five chains on my neck It was no smut on my rep Last time that I checked (Checked) I was sellin' zones in the set (Zones up in the set) Make a quarter mil' no sweat Last time that I checked I'm the streets' voice out West Legendary, self-made progress Last time that I checked (Checked) First, you get the money, then respect Then the power and the hoes come next Last time that I checked

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Face the World

Face the World by Nipsey Hussle

40 ContributorsFace the World Lyrics When all dreams seem to die The summer's gone, the breeze stops blowing The sun just leaves the sky Yeah Uh Yeah, this your life, you can play with it You make your bed, you gon' lay in it Do your thing, just be safe with it Triple bunks in the state prison Blue laces in my blue chucks I ain't never gave two fucks BET I chucked the hood up Asking if that nigga Nip hood, what Like I wouldn't take it to the back with you Same nigga walk the track with you Same nigga shot a strap with you Same nigga bought a sack with you Nineteen touchin' two birds Alpinas off a few swerves Grey leather in my white Lincoln Shit smellin' like a new purse Two C's on my bitch shit My money risin' like Bisquick Six words help you get this Rich Rapper On Some Crip Shit I prayed for blessings as a young nigga Not to learn the hard lessons of a drug dealer Triple life with a gang enhancement The judge triple white and he hate your blackness Slam the gavel with a racist passion Got you waitin' on appeals but your patience passin' All you've got to offer is a fight It's too late to run to Christ once you caught up in this life Look You might also like So face the world now or cry Face the world- So face- Face the world- Look Don't cry tears, they don't fly here And if you don't die here, you supposed to fly lears No wonder why these niggas 20 and got white hairs Stressin' like they 40 and some change It's lonely in this game, all my homies is in pain And brodie is the slang, but it don't mean he your brother It don't mean you can trust him, it don't mean that he love you And we was raised wrong but we stayed strong And when we kept it real, we got faked on And when we showed up, we got flaked on While them niggas story's gettin' cake holmes I bet my life I'm a dice shaker Electric lights on a skyscraper It's up and downs for a real nigga But you'll be lame all your life, hater Mac-10 in my black Benz Show me signals of betrayal, can't be back friends Long flights get my mind right Victory to me is when you spend your time right Victory to me is when you get your grind right Victory to me is when you get your moms right Niggas, got this shit twisted Like Jean-Michel Basquiat destroyed his pictures Self-inflicted homicide, don't pull the trigger I feel like I got to tell you you got something to contribute Regardless what you into, regardless what you been through I feel like I got to tell you you got something to contribute Something to contribute So face the world now (Now) So face the world, or So face the world

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4 in the Mornin

4 in the Mornin by Nipsey Hussle

18 Contributors4 in the Mornin Lyrics It's that 4 in the morning shit I'm off this Red Bull I got a head full A nigga stressed out, let's get this bed full Sexual healing; so appealing You a bad bitch, I'm a real nigga Tell me that you love me I tell you the same That's a fucking shame We both runnin' game I just want your pleasure You just want my pain I just want you all for me and you just want the same Let's take a flight; let's live this life Let's get a hotel, let's both spend a night I'm a busy nigga, you a busy girl It's a fast life we liven' in this busy world We in my fast car, you ain't no fast broad You got yo' heart broke, he did yo' ass wrong Plus yo' dad gone, let me be yo' daddy I wanna see you happy we both come from broken families You can tell the truth, I'mma tell it too We gon' smoke this weed 'til they kick us out the room Like fuck it, that's life Fuckin' tonight; we fuckin' right? You fuckin' right I ain't goon' lie to you; I know I'm fly to you Nah, fuck that girl I'm the sky to you Ocean in the clouds; birds and the bees Your friends proud when they know that you fuckin' with me I got you poppin', I'll take you shoppin' Around the world; started on Slauson That's real shit; real shit I know all my real bitches feel this 4 in the morning, tell me that you want it Bend you over, I got you moaning You love this shit, you want this shit You got this shit, no politics You might also like Smoke something with you? It's like we pouring' some more drink Get yours, I got mine This that real shit Sittin' on the top floor of the fly ass hotel drunk as fuck with a bad bitch Make you appreciate life Nigga work hard you know 7 days a week we do this shit You should do it with me When I'm gone, shit play this I ain't trippin' on shit, ain't no rules in this Fuck 'em all though Hussle

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Young Nigga

Young Nigga by Nipsey Hussle (Ft. Diddy)

57 ContributorsYoung Nigga Lyrics Strippers in the club and my cup's half empty Ride with my niggas 'cause my niggas understand me Still on Plan A, pussy niggas on Plan B Right now (Young rich nigga, young rich nigga) Motherfucker, let's go Yeah, what could make a nigga wanna go and get it? Said he want a Bimmer with the subs in it Said he grew up in the house and it was love missin' Said he grew up in the set, he keep his gun with him Young nigga, young nigga (Let's go) Young (Niggas), just a young nigga And he don't need a reason, he a young nigga (That's right) And you don't want your daughter and your sons with him Young nigga, just a young nigga (Let's go) Young nigga, just a young nigga Probably never understand us (Don't stop) 'Til he pull up in a Phantom (Don't stop) When he pull up in a Phantom He gon' have that shit blastin' (That's right) Like young nigga, just a young nigga Young nigga, just a young nigga What they call you where you from, nigga? (Where you from, nigga?) In my city, that was question number one, nigga (Number one, nigga) Lookin' at the legend I become, nigga (Look at him) I can't help but feeling like I am the one, nigga (Your turn) Remember I was on the run, nigga (Let's go) Couple years before you had a son, nigga (Let's go) Open up your doors and kept it one with me Held a nigga down and that was love, nigga (Let's go) Nobody wanna stand in front a judge, nigga (Yeah) Make you think of better days like when you was winnin' Standin' on the couches in the club with us (We all in here, you see it motherfucker, young nigga) Then I got my shot, I had to run with it Out the gate, lost count Many days in the studio we slaved, but this shit we gotta say Staring into space as you fishing for a phrase Uninspired, in your mind, still, it's all a paper chase First you overdedicate, then you notice that you great And you been the whole time, and it slap you in your face Then you stack it in your safe, got it crackin', it was fate Now you the definition, nigga, laughin' to the bank I'm a master of my fate Plus I'm the type of nigga own the masters to my tapes In Nevada for the day I caught a flight from Philly, we just sold out TLA Fresh up off of stage on my way to B of A AMB, we LA, tryna eat, we the way Look, young Nipsey the great Never taught how to drink, I just lead to the lake It's eighty-something degrees in LA (Yeah) Fuck it, time to put some jet-skis on the lake Look, I got a team in my bank I don't even need an ID at my bank This used to be a dream we would chase I know J. Stone and Cobby Supreme could relate I know the whole team could relate I know Evan McKenzie and Bron Lees could relate Cornell, Saddam, Adam Andebrhan Steven Donelson and Blacc Sam been on this marathon Ballin' since my brother used to hustle out the Vons Couple hundred thousand up, he took a shovel to the lawn No exaggeration for the content of my songs When he went to dig it up, shit, a hundred somethin' gone Molded, you can ask moms Had to plug in blow dryers for the ones that we could wash (Let's go) Salvaged a little bit, young rich nigga shit Pressure on your shoulder, how you gon' deal with it? (Come on) Say it's uncomfortable (That's right), when you transitionin' (Let's go) But it's so beautiful (Don't stop), when you get rich in it (Don't stop) When you start killin' shit (Elevate) and they all witness it (Keep risin') Money grow faster (Keep goin'), than niggas can spend the shit (Keep showin') Open more businesses (Get down), with you and your niggas, they (Let's go) Watchin' your vision (Don't stop), and being more generous (Get money) Fuck a Ford dealership (Yeah, c'mon), we up in Forbes (Number one, motherfuckers, every year) Watching and they wishin' that it wasn't yours (Let's go) I forgive you, I remember I was poor (Not no more) Plus I ain't in the way of what you reachin' for (Yeah) You gotta play the game, you gotta read the score (Read the score) See, I'ma do the same and pop the clutch of foreign (Let's go) Told me if I want it, gotta hustle for it (Get it, get it) Only difference now, the money more mature You might also like Young nigga Young nigga, young nigga Young nigga, young nigga Get your money, young nigga Get your money, young nigga Young nigga, young nigga Get the money, young Get the money, young Get the money, young nigga Get the money, young nigga Keep God first though, take that

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Crenshaw and Slauson (True Story)

Crenshaw and Slauson (True Story) by Nipsey Hussle

32 ContributorsCrenshaw and Slauson (True Story) LyricsPART 1 Look, relate to you, I can't if you's a fake nigga Where Level 4 in the state what your mistakes get you Rap niggas, they just wanna double date with you Twitpic and show these hoes that they affiliate with you Labels used to treatin' rappers like a slave, nigga Starvin' artist, "Just be happy with your fame, nigga" Shit changed, now it's such a different game All the niggas like myself is controlling everything If you, pay attention see exactly what I mean Fuck the middleman, I said that in 2003 Was 18, White Lincoln, chrome feet Black .40 was my pillow, every night I go to sleep Grown niggas treat me like they OG Holdin' on to every word that the tiny loc speaks I had a vision that nobody else could see Sold my shit to D-Mac, a little less than 10 Gs Brought my grocery bag of cash back to Blacc Sam He matched a nigga, next day we went to Sam Ash We bought a Pro Tools and a microphone Studio was far from plush but them lights was on Couple hunned thousand stashed at my mama's home Real estate in Atlanta, but ain't nobody know Mac 11s in the safe, hidden in the floor My bro did it like nobody that I've ever known Screens on every wall with 16 camera angles Double pane bulletproof glass pushin' past the haters Cuban links and Rolexes, fold a check from Epic This industry ain't gotta like us but they gon' respect it Built the label up from money we was savin' up No details 'til the statute of limitations up Couple niggas got flipped tryna play with us The demonstrations speak loud so I ain't sayin' much Was a charismatic nigga, I don't play as much 'Cause life is real when you live it in a place like us School pictures crackin' smiles, now my face is stuck Shell shocked to see how much they really hated us Couldn't keep a kind heart, get yo' hatred up Streets smarts, nigga, get yo information up Watching Belly, smokin blunts, take Jamaican puffs One day I'ma have a house and car like Jamaican cuz Credits roll, back to stress pound breakin' up Had to fight before we hustled, and it made us tough Early '90s, neighbor's rooster used to wake us up Mama had a bucket and a shack but we ain't make a fuss Blue Cutlass, no license, .380 tucked '96 Caprice 'Bolt Da Fatts' was savin up They gettin' packed out if niggas try fade with us Crenshaw and Slauson, True Story, Zo, play the drums You might also likePART 2 I got to this paper, no industry favors Speaking to they soul, so they tell me I'm they favorite Been through it myself, yeah, I know how it make you Never let 'em judge you cuz they ain't you I could tell a long story or just say I'm grateful I could tell a gang of reasons or just say I'm faithful I can sell a million records or just mixtape it They don't really give a fuck long as I just keep pacing Quiet for a year, gave no explanation Now I'm 'bout to drop, I got 'em on that Proud 2 Pay shit Half of a million cash, he gon' offer me a label Told him that I need to own it, so I'm cool, kept it gangster Holla back, real niggas what you calling that You see the game fucked up, look, what part is that They compare where I'm at to where I started at They put me in the Getty, I'm a artifact They can't never hang me on the wall, though We presidents, nigga, we push buttons The rest of y'all just react Victory Lap, nigga, this Marathon Still don't stop though Count me up, count me up I'm in this shit, you niggas is out as fuck I'm used to people doubting I'd amount to much I thrive off the challenge, I'm a childish fuck I love toys so I'm by the buck I hate to lose so I play too rough I speak my mind and say I say too much Minus the hip-hop, cops say I don't say enough I know they listening to my raps While I'm out running these laps Tryna make my paper stack It's like this and like that I think I'm KRS I think I'm dead prez I think I'm 2Pac, nigga, I need some fuckin' meds I think I'm Eminem, I'm going crazy Shoot in front of the shop, Nas & AZ I never planned to make it to a old nigga Plant the bag, 560 off a zone, nigga Dip my Giovanni feet in chrome nigga Drop them bitches on Pirellis, hit the road with 'em I should get the cover of the Rolling Stone, nigga I should perform at the Old Republic or Rome, nigga I'm not a rapper or a poet, I'm a poem, nigga Ain't it amazing how I'm standing on my own, nigga? Always pull up in foreign that's never loaned, nigga Always speaking my music straight from my soul, nigga My business partners Jewish but I'm all nigga Still ghetto that ain't wrong is it? Way I see it long as I ball, nigga I'm a California don, nigga Hundred thousand on my car, nigga You know very well who you are, nigga PART 3 I been that nigga before the fame happened That tell them hoes go get my name tatted I rock a Roley 'cause my game classic And repped L.A. before it came back in I know y'all see me in my lane smashin' I know y'all hate me with a strange passion I made examples out y'all lame asses I love my life, y'all could hate that shit All the smart money got they bets on me And all them real niggas wish the best for me All these bad bitches got some sex for me Shout out them bad bitches getting dressed for me They down to stand in line 'cause it's well worth it Pull up to my shows in Chanel purses They jeans fit the worst but they smell perfect Never argue with they niggas but they yell verses Ay, I'm true to this game Gimme that pussy 'fore she tell me her name Ay, I'm true to this game All Money In No Money Out on my chain Ay, I'm true to this game No guarantees, you gotta live for today Ay, I'm true to this game Do it big 'til they remember your name Hustle Ay, I'm true to this game Gimme that pussy 'fore she tell me her name Ay, I'm true to this game All Money In No Money Out on my chain Ay, I'm true to this game No guarantees, you gotta live for today Ay, I'm true to this game Do it big 'til they remember your name Hustle We still them same niggas that we used to be Blacc Sam in that sedan in the coupe is me Hundred thousand for the car so the roof was free While I'm in it flashback on how it used to be Wildin', nigga, can't relax, it was the youth of me That make a smoker buy the bullets for a shooting spree Found myself, same time family losing me But all that violence from the past is what produced a G All the real L.A. niggas know the truth is me No hotline, homie, I could tell your future free Get on your Marathon 'til you bruise ya feet Or run the streets 'til the reverend write ya eulogy Fishbowl in the six with all my jewelry 'Cause I heard my haters is supposed to be shooting me I'll never let a broke bitch influence me Slauson Ave, getting money and the proof is me 'Cause I tell everybody all the time Own your masters, own your catalog Can't none of these niggas say they own their masters and their catalog If they do, they're lying to you Or they gon' say own some of it or they gon' buy it back All that is bullshit Just had to get our little thing together We picked up distribution Now we're strong, now we're legit, naw'mean And we're a force to be reckoned with right now, word up

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Rap Niggas

Rap Niggas by Nipsey Hussle

53 ContributorsRap Niggas Lyrics Look, I ain't nothin' like you fuckin' rap niggas Hussle Man a shooter, that's a fact, nigga Thirty-two extendos in my MAC, nigga Spend a thousand on some t-shirts up at Saks, nigga Look, I ain't nothin' like you fuckin' rap niggas Hussle Man a shooter, that's a fact, nigga Thirty-two extendos in my MAC, nigga Spend a thousand on some t-shirts up at Saks, nigga V12 in the valet black on black, nigga Ese in the valley do my tats, nigga White boy in Manhattan pay my tax, nigga Drive out to the Hamptons to relax, nigga I stopped smokin' weed, then I relapsed, nigga Traveled 'round the world and I came back, nigga Worth a couple a million, that's a fact, nigga But I am nothin' like you fuckin' rap niggas I own all the rights to all my raps, nigga German plates with sheepskin on my mats, nigga Murder rate increasin' if I snap, nigga Ain't no hangin' out, we tape y'all off and double back, nigga Open trust accounts, deposit racks, nigga Million-dollar life insurance on my flesh, nigga Bimmers, Benz, Bentleys, or a Lex, nigga Ferraris and them Lambos, that's what's next, nigga You might also like Look, I ain't nothin' like you fuckin' rap niggas Hussle Man a shooter, that's a fact, nigga Thirty-two extendos in my MAC, nigga Spend a thousand on some t-shirts up at Saks, nigga Look, I ain't nothin' like you fuckin' rap niggas Hussle Man a shooter, that's a fact, nigga Thirty-two extendos in my MAC, nigga (Ayy) Spend a thousand on some t-shirts up at Saks, nigga AMG Mercedes, back to back, nigga Chopper to his face, now that's a wrap, nigga The streets talkin', that's a rat, nigga Your P.O. call you up, look, that's a trap, nigga Beat that case, that was that, nigga Told the world, "Look, I'm back," nigga Signed my deal, then I'm crack, nigga They folded, so I left, nigga Can't no motherfucker tell me shit, nigga We the No Limit of the West, nigga Percy Miller at his best, nigga Jigga with the Rollie and the vest, nigga Acne jeans and Giusepps, nigga Servin' fiends off the steps, nigga Murder sprees for the set, nigga All facts, this ain't no motherfuckin' threat, nigga Look, I ain't nothin' like you fuckin' rap niggas Hussle Man a shooter, that's a fact, nigga Thirty-two extendos in my MAC, nigga Spend a thousand on some t-shirts up at Saks, nigga Look, I ain't nothin' like you fuckin' rap niggas Hussle Man a shooter, that's a fact, nigga Thirty-two extendos in my MAC, nigga Spend a thousand on some t-shirts up at Saks, nigga

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Killer

Killer by Nipsey Hussle (Ft. Drake)

38 ContributorsKiller Lyrics Look I let the beat bang I don't claim colors Honestly, the honesty is why the game love us My women either centerfolds or on the main covers Stunt so hard I make these niggas hate summer And pray for winter but when it's winter time I'm still waitin' on these niggas at the finish line We just took our first trip to the Amalfi coast Couple days on the beach then it's adios (Killa) Just look at what I done alone You will swear we planted trees the way the money's grown We been busy like some bees no honeycomb And you could prolly feel the breeze when the money's blown Pardon my towel and flip flop phase I'll never be the reason that a bitch got paid Even when I'm not functioning in tip-top shape I could bench as much as hip hop weighs Drizzy Uh I'm tryna bring it home Even if I gotta do it on my own I'm a muhfuckin' killa, killa, killa, killa Uh And I'm the one to blame Now that I'm around shit will never be the same I'm a killa, killa, killa, killa, nigga You might also like Listen, look Before rap my last name was my lifestyle And when I visualize success it look like right now What was once gray skies is now white clouds And I did it with the ones that y'all said was not the right crowd Follow my steps and you'll see what I'm 'bout I keep my money coming in and never going out From Chuck Taylors on the pavement with the blamma's out Then I hit the league straight out the streets with no talent scout And now my face bring the cameras out That young nigga these industry bitches yap about You know the one the cops bump you up and ask about All because I took my wildest dreams and then mapped 'em out I go for mine like it's overtime Me and my niggas had to struggle so we over shined Been fucked bitches I been on my grind 'Cause on a mission, your worst enemy is idle time Hussle I'm tryna bring it home Even if I gotta do it on my own I'm a muhfuckin' killa, killa, killa, killa Uh And I'm the one to blame Now that I'm around shit will never be the same I'm a killa, killa, killa, killa, nigga

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Status Symbol

Status Symbol by Nipsey Hussle (Ft. Buddy & LilCadiPGE)

17 ContributorsStatus Symbol Lyrics Yuh Me? I'm gettin' back rubs from these leather seats (Yuh) Negotiatin' equity positions you'll never be (Nigga) Rap sheet full of felonies (Yeah) Status symbol on my set of keys, they say I was sellin' dreams Back to the brick wall, I'm inhalin' trees Visualizin' hella cheese, you can smell the weed Niggas doubt, pessimism ain't affectin' me Fuel to the fire, took it higher than they ever see Frequent flight seat like seven seas Shoppin' spree spent about eleven Gs Eyes bloodshot, I don't ever sleep My niggas act on instinct, we don't ever think When confronted with a problem, we don't ever flee We connected at the bottom like the letter V So accustomed to the pop, we don't even blink When them shots go off, get the Glock, show off Yellow tape a nigga, he grew up to hate a nigga Nothin' major, nigga, just a demonstration, nigga Within the matrix, nigga, I drew illustrations with him Words, that is, for sure, that is Look, that nigga got his off the curb, that is So how the fuck is niggas so concerned with his? I be baffled by the fact when niggas burn their bridge And try to double back like, "What the fuck is that?" Like, Niggas want this rap life way too bad You might also like We ain't gotta worry no more, we'll be just fine And we ain't finna wait no more, so don't waste my time Remember when we had no way, no way But we'll be okay for now We'll be okay for now And here on out Now you up, huh? Make it hard to trust, huh? Got you fucked up sayin' it was luck, huh? Pulling up, huh? Limo tinted trucks, huh? Open trust, huh? Then you fill 'em up, huh? Every time a nigga drop, it's real as fuck, huh? Every time you hit the road, you fill 'em up, huh? Whole city know that you became the one, huh? They seen it from the jump, huh? The pressure weigh a ton, huh? Especially where you come from Every night br-br-br-brap bump bump Heavy price but it's just the cloth you cut from It's alright, it's just life if you want one Learn to hold yourself down with a big gun All these niggas playin' tough, you gon' chip one For these dollars, a decade, you a risk one Fuck it though, 'cause when you flat broke, you ain't nothin', bro Seen a gang of rich niggas get comfortable Then lookin' at their watch like, "Where the fuck it go?" Through my eyes I learned lessons like Time is of the essence and my grind got obsessive Then my mind got restless Put myself in the game but batteries sold separate Question, since when do real niggas come second? So I kicked the door down, gettin' more now Nigga need at least like thirty for the show now Woah now, realest out of So Cal Baby wanna fuck I'm like, "Mmm, slow down" I'm eatin' cheese eggs in my hotel Hussle sold out, nigga, retail and wholesale Me ballin' hurt your feelings? Oh well All money in, I pull coattails, nigga We ain't gotta worry no more, we'll be just fine And we ain't finna wait no more, so don't waste my time Remember when we had no way, no way But we'll be okay for now We'll be okay for now And here on out Hey Nip What up? Let me get a flick wit'chu Come on, lil' bro Got your camera? Yup, here it go right here Aight bet, here you go, homie Hey, Nip, let me spit somethin' for you real quick Oh, you rap, nigga? Yeah, you know how I get down Let me hear somethin', bro, go 'head Look, I was stuck in these streets tryna make it out I seen most my homies change, man, they fakin' out And my brother really gone, straight taken out So a death spares a life and it really play about Cadi finna make it, oh yeah, niggas, that's without a doubt Hoe don't interfere 'cause all they wanna do is run they mouth I been out chear really tryna chase the paper route Fuck wit' me, I'll knock you out Talkin' Manny Pacquiao I really do this music so that I could see my mama smile I'm tryna go major but I know that it's gon' take a while I don't even know if I'ma live to even see a child 'Cause niggas in the streets with a gun and they be goin' wild Cadi super hot, all you other niggas stuck on mild In this Audi smashin', man, this jug got four-thousand miles I ain't never stoppin' 'til my money stacked up in a pile On TV, haters watchin' me, I hope that y'all could see me now Everyday I wake up, I just thank God for another day Damn, I really can't believe they killed my fuckin' nigga Tay I remember goin' to school, chillin' up, smokin' eights And now my nigga gone and his body gon' be on display These gangbanger's serious, shit got me curious Losin' homies to bullshit, this shit got me furious My brother gone too, he ain't never comin' back How you think that make me feel, nigga? All I do is rap Anytime I spend money, all I do is make it back Anytime I'm in these streets, all I do is watch my back 'Cause niggas'll wet you up, chicks'll set you up You think your days ones with you but niggas be switchin' up I seen it all I seen homies go before my eyes Some homies'll make it, some don't come out alive My mom prayin' and she hopin' that her youngest survive 'Cause she know that I'm gettin' high Bills steady, rollin' pie Wasn't no father in my life, big brother in the sky Every night I'm in my room and I sit and ask, "Why?" Bitches choosin' on a nigga so you know I still reply And they speakin' on my name so I know I'm that guy Yeah, that's right, my nigga How old are you, bro? Man, I'm sixteen, man Sixteen? That's right What they call you, nigga? LilCadiPGE Fuck wit' me

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I Do This

I Do This by Nipsey Hussle (Ft. Mozzy & Young Thug)

35 ContributorsTranslationsFrançaisI Do This Lyrics Longwinded, running through this life like it was mine Never settling, but setting every goal high One thousand burpees on the path to my own destruction or success But what is a mistake without the lesson? See, the best teacher in life is your own experience None of us know who we are until we fail They say every man is defined by his reaction to any given situation Well who would you want to define you? Someone else or yourself? Whatever you do, homie, give your heart to it And stay strong Lot of niggas fail, but I won't Lot of niggas fold, but I cope Lot of niggas gone, but I'm home Lot of niggas off, but I'm on Lot of niggas lost on this road Couple niggas gave up their goal Gang of niggas traded their soul But me, I'm standin' on ten toes Lookin' out my Benz window Wonder where'd my friends all go Scared to give my heart to this girl Paranoid she gon' leave if my ends get low No one in this game to be played But I'm knowin' that this game to be changed I should be afraid of afraid I'm just tryna live up to the meanin' of my name I'm just tryna live up to them niggas in my gang I'm just tryna live up to my moment on the stage I'm just tryna live up to the truth in my pain And the power that they gave me in the youth of today I put a coupe in the safe And I shoot from the waist My time is money And I ain't got a second for you flukes and you fakes You might also like I do this shit for my woes I do this shit for my niggas I do this shit for my bros I do this shit for my niggas, yeah I do this shit for my woes I do this shit for my niggas I do this shit for my bros I do this shit for my niggas, yeah We've been takin' trips more than often this month When I call they pullin' up, 2, 3 stream up You ain't do enough for the clan, how I feel If I gotta shut it down, how the film gon' feel? I was just broke, ran through a quarter mil' Can't believe I'm still here, shed tears for the dead Cubes in my 30 chain, she don't even wear Call my little brother up, you know we took it there Real nigga tellin' on me, only thing that I fear Yeah, only thing that I fear Real nigga tellin' on me, only thing that I fear Lotta niggas queers, lotta dope in the air Lotta niggas queers, lotta dope in the air Styrofoam contaminated, got a nigga meditatin' Yeah, I said it got a nigga meditatin' I can't even eat 'less I'm medicated I can't even sleep 'less I'm medicated I've been on my feet chasin' check after check Nigga, week after week, 'cause I'm dedicated I can't even eat 'less I'm medicated I can't even sleep 'less I'm medicated I've been on my feet chasin' check after check Nigga, week after week, 'cause I'm dedicated I do this shit for my woes I do this shit for my niggas I do this shit for my bros I do this shit for my niggas, yeah Thugger! I do this shit for my mothafuckin' niggas I'm gettin' this money, yeah I do this shit for them Benjis Like you ain't real or hood, no Tommy gun I do this shit for my niggas Pull up with Barettas, nigga, and just go BRRRT I do this shit for them bad bitches Wearin' red bottoms and Jimmy Choo I do this shit for my daughter I do this shit for my mama I do this shit for my son, ayy, ayy I do this shit for my brother I do this shit for the world I do this shit for the globe I do this shit right here, nigga And I do that shit, why y'all fuck with the boy? I'm wet like a boat I'm lovin' my chickens I smoke and I choke I do it for my brothers I do it for my folk Got 40s on me, yeah, yeah, yeah Nigga shoot from the toes All the way up to the top All the way up to the top

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I Don’t Give a Fucc

I Don't Give a Fucc by Nipsey Hussle

26 ContributorsI Don’t Give a Fucc Lyrics I don't give a fuck Ride with my burner and my beat turned up AC blowin' and my window down Chunkin' up my hood when I hit yo town I don't give a fuck Ride with my burner and my beat turned up AC blowin' and my window down Chunkin' up my hood when I hit yo town Look, my mama wanna know why I'm bangin' She told me I'ma lose my life I ain't trippin', I'm a crip and I'ma do it right 'Fore I run from a nigga I'll lose the fight I gotta hustle, Mama, I'ma move the white If I died and came back I'd do it twice Brainwashed by the block, it consumed my life Cool nigga but a killa when the mood is right Bullets have the dogs howlin' at the moon at night Mama, it's cold outside, ain't no hope outside Couple niggas gettin' money, most is broke outside Rocks in the house, sellin' dope outside Reminiscin' on my niggas that got smoked outside Suckas in the house when them locs outside Hustla gotta eat when them folks outside Got a burner on my lap and I'm dippin' in my bucket Life's a bitch, nigga, fuck it! You might also like I don't give a fuck Ride with my burner and my beat turned up AC blowin' and my window down Chunkin' up my hood when I hit yo town I don't give a fuck Ride with my burner and my beat turned up AC blowin' and my window down Chunkin' up my hood when I hit yo town Chyeah, they say we probably die slangin', bangin', pressin' the line All a nigga really got is my respect and my pride Got a chopper for the coppers, keep a TEC in the ride Every nigga got a limit, never step on the line When the set say it's on I'm expected to ride When the world say I'm on I got the set on my side Matter fact a nigga got the set on my back Slauson boy, the world ain't ready for that Nigga, it's cold in my hood, ain't no hope in my hood Couple homies couldn't cope, smokin' dope in my hood But I could never ever be from no other hood And I could never ever leave my folks in the hood Thank the Lord every morning that I woke in the hood And summers that I rode chrome spokes in the hood If I never sold a mil' off what I wrote in my hood I ain't trippin' 'cause niggas know I spoke for my hood I don't give a fuck Ride with my burner and my beat turned up AC blowin' and my window down Chunkin' up my hood when I hit yo town I don't give a fuck Ride with my burner and my beat turned up AC blowin' and my window down Chunkin' up my hood when I hit yo town "Bigger Than Life" (Starts at 4:20) What up? What it do? Music Corner I'd like to welcome everybody out tonight Welcome all the new marathon members To the experience of a lifetime I need your hands up though Yeah, look I don't want your love, it’s not why I make music I owe myself, I told myself back then that I would do this And I always look so out of reach, it just seems so confusin' That I felt my place in life, a young black man, it's seems so useless But I don’t want no help, just let me suffer through this The world would not know Jesus Christ if there was never Judas This knife that's in my back'll be the the truth that introduced us And the distance in between us is the proof of my conclusion So life is what you make it, I hope you make a movement Hope your opportunity survives the opportunist Hopin' as you walk across the sand you see my shoe print And you follow 'til it change your life, it’s all an evolution And I hope you find your passion 'cause I found mine in this music But I hope it’s not material 'cause that’s all an illusion And they all in collusion This racist institution double standard Actin' like they not the reason we ruthless But tonight Tonight is my night, this is my moment Feelin' bigger than life but I gotta own it It's a victory Let's make history Don't judge me by my progress Look Look at where I started and look at where I’m standin' Y’all can say it's luck but I know that it's plannin' Shout out to the pain that gave me understandin' Shout out to my gang, it turned me to a savage So niggas could say what they want to but I go through what you haven’t But it’s not ego driven, it’s not me boastin' and braggin' This road I chose to go down, hard to slow down when in traffic In order for me to grow, I had to let go of some habits And it's easy to say I’m on now 'cause you see it, and it happened But before it ever did, I had to believe and get it crackin' So I’m gon' take you back then, 32 shots and my MAC-10 With a dream minus the means, my early teens was fuckin' tragic And deep inside my mind is buried crimes you can’t imagine That I wrestle with at night, demons that I fight I can’t get past it So no matter how straight your cash get, it don’t matter if you plastic We was lookin' for the lights and all we stumbled 'cross was flashes But tonight Tonight is my night, this is my moment Feelin' bigger than life but I gotta own it It's a victory Let's make history So if it’s meant, then it’s gon' be People love it 'cause they know that this the real me The cops hate it, so they hope my homies kill me But I ain't want the fame, I just wanted y’all to feel me It’s my time so I’m goin' in We ball 'til we fall, fuck how the story ends I see these niggas hatin’, I know you hoes plottin' I ain't worried 'bout it 'cause I know God got me (Got me) Got me (Got me) Got me (Got me) Say I know God got me (Got me) Got me (Got me) Got me (Got me) Yeah, I know God got me (Got me) Got me (Got me) Got me (Got me) Yeah, I know God got me See, I ain't worried 'bout it 'Cause I know God got me (Got me) Got me (Got me) Got me (Got me) Once in a lifetime shit, you know? This song dedicated to everybody out there with a muthafuckin' dream Fuck what they say, do your shit Tonight is my night (Marathon, nigga) This is my moment (This shit ain't gon' stop til' I say it's gon' stop) (It ain't gon' stop 'til you say it's gon' stop) Feelin' bigger than life (And it ain't gon' be unless you make it) But I gotta own it (It's your time, get up off your ass) A victory (10 toes down you here) (I swear to God I shed tears in this booth, nigga) Let's make history For my niggas that's gone For my niggas that can't be here with me For the ones that is Shout out my beautiful little girl Emani Shout out my big bro Black Sam Shout out my nigga Fats Shout out my bro Adam Shout out my A and Bs You know what this is, it's the motherfuckin' marathon And this shit ain't gon' stop, man One hundred (One hundred, one hundred, one hundred)

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Between Us

Between Us by Nipsey Hussle (Ft. K CAMP)

14 ContributorsBetween Us Lyrics Yeah (Yeah) Hah That's right Young Hussle What? What? What? What? Nigga, I’ma live like it’s my last (That's true) You worried 'bout them bitches we done had (That's true) Baby, I’m so focused on this cash (That's right) I said, baby, I’m so focused on this cash (Trust) She wanna roll 'cause she see me in that ride (What's up?) I ain’t got no time, gotta put her on the side (Nah) You can’t come between it, between it No, you can’t come between it Baby I’m so focused on this cash Look, VS bezel my Ro', perfected my role Focused my mind and got to this dough I'm one of a kind, not like what you know True to my oath, they proud of my growth I come from the turf, I doubled my worth I made some mistakes, but that’s just part of my search They connect with my words, right at the part where it hurts This life is a bitch, my hand up her skirt Had a thirst to get rich, couple stains on my shirt Every reason to fail, but we was makin' it work We was walkin' on water, you could say it was church All this money I’m makin', every day I’ma splurge Boy! You might also like Nigga, I’ma live like it’s my last (Yeah) Worried 'bout them bitches we done had (Ayy) Baby, I’m so focused on this cash (That's true) I said, baby, I’m so focused on this cash (Yeah) She wanna roll 'cause she see me in that ride (What's up?) I ain’t got no time, gotta put her on the side (What's up?) You can’t come between it, between it (Nah) You can’t come between it Baby, I’m so focused on this cash Yeah We on that Clicquot and kush, all yo buttons, I push We pull up in that Benz, all them pictures they took Paparazzi on fly, that's 'cause both of us hot Ain’t no limit like Percy, but we like Jada and Pac Let’s invest in these stocks, let’s vacate on these yachts Let’s go chill out in Bali, let's make a tape and let’s watch Let’s buy two of those watches, let’s go do it on Collin Let’s fly out to Atlanta, you play that role, got you poppin' I fuck wit' yo style, you should be somebody stylist Every time we have sex, you makin' noises the loudest Faces you makin', paper I’m chasin' If I make you my girl, you ask if I could be faithful I’m stuck to these streets, I'm sprung on this loot Addicted to crime, but I’m attracted to you Pull up in that Porsche, then hop in that coupe Pull off in that Benz, it's me and that’s you, uh Nigga, I’ma live like it’s my last (Yeah) Worried 'bout them bitches we done had (Uh huh) Baby, I’m so focused on this cash (That's right) I said, baby, I’m so focused on this cash (Yeah) She wanna roll 'cause she see me in that ride (What's up?) I ain’t got no time, gotta put her on the side (What's up?) You can’t come between it, between it (Nah) You can’t come between it Baby, I’m so focused on this cash (That's right) Girl, your sex the best, hickies on your neck Love the way you dress, plus that pussy wet Do it 'til you sweat, and your hair a mess Have you late for work, but you could care less You been livin' more, you been lettin' go You been havin' fun, just to let me know That you down to ride, you down to roll You know the game and how it go Nigga, I’ma live like it’s my last (Yeah) Worried 'bout them bitches we done had (Uh huh) Baby, I’m so focused on this cash (That's right) I said, baby, I’m so focused on this cash (Yeah) She wanna roll 'cause she see me in that ride (What's up?) I ain’t got no time, gotta put her on the side (What's up?) You can’t come between it, between it (Nah) You can’t come between it Baby, I’m so focused on this cash (That's right)

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Loaded Bases

Loaded Bases by Nipsey Hussle (Ft. CeeLo Green)

46 ContributorsLoaded Bases Lyrics Loaded bases, that's my motivation A nigga feelin' lucky, we should go to Vegas 2018 mode of transportation Got me feelin' overanxious like a home invasion My dough inflated and I'm more creative Signed a couple big deals, but it's no paradin' See, it's a couple niggas every generation That wasn't supposed to make it out, but decode the matrix And when they get to speak, it's like a coded language Reminds niggas of they strength and all the stolen greatness We used to shoot at niggas at the Mobil station Full circle, mogul motivation My self-educated shrewd negotiations Got the sharks that I'm sittin' at this table with afraid to bait me No tint on my Mercedes, that's for inspiration Two kilos on my neck like the fuckin' '80s Westside Slauson Ave, know my demonstration Born and raised, y'all affiliated It's really greatness, ridin' 'round like I really made it Loaded bases, I'm gon' Wille Mays it, yah Listen to my ambition, 'cause I'm on one Swingin' for the fences, for the home run Even further beyond into the universe But I got to make it to first first It feels like every second's being stolen I risked it for every ticket we sold them You got the ball, I'ma take it home Bottom line, I'm gon' make it home You might also like Look, I was sittin' on my Lincoln, I start thinkin' Nigga ain't gon' make a hundred mil' off in these streets and More than likely, I'm gon' end up in somebody precinct, even worse The horse and carriage front the church, laid off in a hearse I dealt with it, I ain't just out here for my health with it I weighed the risk and the reward and seen the scale tippin' Let's all get on one accord and take the world, niggas Take the money, take the power and the girls with us Can't buy that bullshit that they sell niggas They breed drug-heads and jail niggas Look all these ways they derail niggas That's why respect me to the utmost when you see me's how I feel, nigga 'Cause I ain't fail niggas I seen it comin', didn't I tell niggas? Different lane, same passion for them L niggas Switch lanes, all-black, two glass ceilings V-12 too fast, nigga, gone Listen to my ambition, 'cause I'm on one Swingin' for the fences, for the home run Even further beyond into the universe But I got to make it to first first It feels like every second's being stolen I risked it for every ticket we sold them You got the ball, I'ma take it home Bottom line, I'm gon' make it home

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Bigger Than Life

Bigger Than Life by Nipsey Hussle

20 ContributorsBigger Than Life LyricsWhat up What it do (Music Corner) I'd like to welcome everybody out tonight Welcome all the new Marathon members To the experience of a lifetime I need y'all hands up though Yeah, look No I don't want your love It’s not why I make music I owe myself, I told myself back then that I would do this And I always look so out of reach And just seem so confusing That I felt my place in life A young black man it seems so useless But I don’t want no help Just let me suffer through this The world would not know Jesus Christ if there was never Judas This knife that's in my back Will be the truth that introduced us And the distance in between us Is the proof of my conclusion So life is what you make it I hope you make a movement Hope your opportunity survives the opportunists Hoping as you walk across the sands you see my shoeprint And you follow, til it change your life, cuz it's all evolution And I hope you find your passion, cause I found mine in this music But I hope it’s not material cause that’s all an illusion And they all in collusion This racist institution's double standard Acting like they not the reason why we ruthless You might also like Tonight is my night This is my moment Feeling bigger than life But I gotta own it It's a victory Let's make history Look at where I started and look at where I’m standing Y’all can say its luck But I know that it's planning Shout out to the pain That gave me understanding Shout out to my gang It turned me to a savage So niggas say what they want to But I go through what you haven’t And it’s not ego driven, it’s not me boasting and bragging This road I chose to go down Hard to slow down when in traffic In order for me to grow I had to let go of some habits And it's easy to say I’m on now cause you see it, and it happened But before it ever did had to believe and get it cracking So I’m gon take you back then, 32 shots in my mack 10 With a dream minus the means my early teens was fucking tragic And deep inside my mind is buried crimes you can’t imagine That I wrestle with at night demons that I fight I can’t get past it So no matter how straight your cash get It don’t matter if you plastic We was looking for the lights and all we stumbled across was flashes But tonight… Bigger than average life I’m brighter than Vegas lights Feeling like I can’t lose Any other day I do Feels like I'm ? It feels like I’m 8 feet tall Tonight is my night For sure, for sure So if it’s meant, then it’s gon be People love it, cause they know that this the real me The cops hate it, so they hope my homies kill me But I ain't want the fame, I just wanted y’all to feel me It’s my time, so I’m going in We ball till we fall, fuck how the story ends I see these niggas hatin’ I know you hoes plotting I ain't worried bout it Cause I know God got me Got me, got me Say I know God got me Got me, got me Yeah I know God got me Got me, got me Yeah I know God got me See I ain't worried bout it Cause I know God got me Once in a lifetime shit you know This song dedicated to everybody out there with a muthafucking dream Fuck what they say, do your shit Tonight is my night This is my moment Feeling bigger than life But I gotta own it Its a victory Lets make history The marathon nigga This shit ain't gone stop until I say its gone' stop It ain't gone' stop until you say its gone' stop And it ain't gone be unless you make it It's yo time get up off yo ass Ten toes down out here you know? I swear to God I shed tears in this muthafuckin booth nigga For my niggas that's gone My niggas that can't be here with me For the ones that is Shout out my beautiful lil girl Imani Shout out my big bro Black Sam Shout my nigga Fats Shout out my bro Adam Shout out my AMB's You know what this is, it's the muthafuckin marathon This shit ain't gone stop man One hunnid

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Don’t Take Days Off

Don't Take Days Off by Nipsey Hussle (Ft. Quincey White & Tai Phillips)

25 ContributorsDon’t Take Days Off Lyrics Yea all this stress on my brain right Poker face, I’m in the game right Need a week to think, maybe 8 nights Some promethazine and a straight flight Let me cut off my phone, let me get in my zone Let me center myself, just leave a nigga alone I be back in a few, got some rappin' to do Got some stacking still runnin', got some lapping to do All, Jokes to the side, nigga know that they ain’t fucking with the flow I provide Y'all, notice how I started and now a flow has evolved And me and Ralo Styles like Wade and Lebron And it’s all money in and your bros is in charge Hoes in ménage for those rose carte blanche In them out of town suites ‘cus they know we the ones Equity nigga, what ive chosen, of course No 360’s, clothing and tour When I do drop I’mma blow past niggas And I toe tag niggas like I told 'em before Got flow, got whores Got dough, get more Fuck mine, get yours And the show just started, nigga hold your applause Tryna get to my spot Look, you gotta go up floors I put the 6 on stock, I was runnin' through tires like chicks on tour And if im at the game, you can bet your bottom dollar that I sit on floor And if im at the fight, you can bet your bottom dollar sweat hit my whore You might also like Won’t take no loss, won’t take days off We go so hard, until we fall Won’t take no loss, won’t take days off We go so hard, until we fall A nigga used to dream, my reality’s a dream now Nigga used to dream, my reality’s a dream now I’m livin' out my dreams now Livin' out my dreams now now now Sittin' in the trap like damn tryin' to turn Couple grams to a couple hundred grand I grew up in a town they don’t make it out of If you black you don’t live to see a man You see 21, you done won the lottery Talkin' friends, when the streets there Took a lot from me, I washed up from a robbery Now your name 4657239B state property Yea, you had a dream, now you livin' out a nightmare You almost made it little nigga you was right there Now your release date is in another light year Yea, and it’s quite clear All you needed was a little bit of guidance And your household it was just silence You was your own mother and your father How the hell you supposed to know what to do when nobody showed you the ropes All they showed you was pistols and dope Gang flags in the land with no hope Where every fitted hat mean a different hood Make it out & they still want you in the hood Your own homies don't want you livin good Niggas for they self, get it understood Its just a playground full of mood swings Die for the color of your shoe strings Wish I had a different way to view things You either had a rap hook or a hoop dream From El Segundo to Slauson Me and Nipsey, we young bosses Never takin' no losses Check the garments nigga, life's marvelous Won’t take no loss, won’t take days off We go so hard, until we fall Won’t take no loss, won’t take days off We go so hard, until we fall A nigga used to dream, my reality’s a dream now Nigga used to dream, my reality’s a dream now I’m livin' out my dreams now Livin' out my dreams now now now

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Rose Clique

Rose Clique by Nipsey Hussle

40 ContributorsRose Clique Lyrics They call me Young Nip C-Note, Rose Clicquot Talkin' to my girl while your bitch give me deep throat Shootin' at the world, dog, 'cause life is just a free throw Shoppin' on rodeo in some dickies, that's my steelo Played out pussy, please don’t offer me, no If sex was a weapon, she could not kill a mosquito Little mama lost her grip, pastrami around her pee hole Got too many miles, baby, that’s a repo Shorty's in denial, really tryna fuck with me though I'm way out your league so please excuse my ego Diamonds in my Cuban link, my Rolex presidential Penthouses and beach homes, perrier and patron Told you way before about this baller shit I be on Young Nipsey Hussle ain't some shit that you should sleep on Rich before rap, had to let the streets go Faith in my transition, I knew I’ll be back in beast mode Catch a case, that’s the tradition, either that or six believe no Still somehow I understood that I could make the seed grow And that one day that tree will bear fruit to feed my people That one day is upon us, grab your fork it's time to eat, bro Slauson Ave he's so Rapper, CEO And if we're all actors, I guess I'll be Al Pacino And it was all after when they thought I was finito Not my Valentino, it's what I got up my sleeve though LAX to JFK then on our way to Heathrow At the polo lounge in here sippin' cappuccino Spendin' pounds, every purchase man this feeling has no equal If you come from where I come from, it's rare that you see folk That did it like I did it but do it ‘cause we need more Cuba Gooding Juniors kill 'em with that submarine flow Like every man of honor had to conquer Rob De Niro Like Ginger in Casino or that runway light in Heat That shadow in the grass from when Vincent shot him off his feet In other words, life is just a fight against your disbeliefs That's why I'm screamin' I'm the greatest of all time like Young Ali Play Mohammad to these false prophets in this industry But I’m just me, catch me cruising solo in my 2-seat B-E-N-Z Or at the Roosevelt with Rimpau smokin' weed TMZ Flashing lights like Kanye album number three, but I’m gon' be From R.S.C. 'til the day I D-I-E, so I crank my beat and hit the gas on 'emYou might also like

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Overtime

Overtime by Nipsey Hussle

22 ContributorsOvertime Lyrics Gotta light up to shit like this, nigga And I ain't even said it or wrote it yet I just feel it, you know? Yuh Overtime 'cause I ain't have a mic I was in that Chevy Yuh Overtime (Overtime) 'cause I ain't have a mic I was in that Chevy playin' Savage Life Niggas lookin' like I had it wrong (Wrong) Now them niggas know I had it right (Right) They don't know about them sleepless nights Them lookin' for a reason nights They say it's six degrees in life Opportunity, preparation, they meet, it's nice (Nice, nice) You see me up in Neiman's, right? My chain and my pinky bright (Bright) I valet this Mercedes Benz (Benz) Lookin' like somebody that people like (Like) Can't but help to think how fake it is This world and this music biz I just want all of this paper, though (Paper, though) So maybe I could try and change this shit Maybe, me, I'm too ambitious Or maybe this a new dimension Maybe them, they too religious Maybe they judge my intentions But either way, I'm on my mission In the sky, for our love, I'ma tie a ribbon Life's a bitch, lady luck my woman Forever you my lady, I'm your fuckin' nigga You might also like Overtime (Overtime) 'cause I ain't have a mic (Overtime) I was in that Chevy playin' Savage Life Niggas lookin' like I had it wrong (Wrong) Now them niggas know I had it right (Right) They don't know about them sleepless nights Them lookin' for a reason nights They say it's six degrees in life Opportunity, preparation, they meet, it's nice (Nice, nice) Cappin' for a cheaper price Hustlin' for a bucket, keep your sneakers tight Shoot a box, catch the cheapest flight If it land, thank you Jesus Christ (Christ) You ain't gon' get it till you see it right And jump off in this legal life Feel the pressure from your people, right? (Right?) Still choose to lead 'em right (Right) Sometimes I rap about my feature price (Price) Or all of my defeats in life They told me don't believe the hype But I felt like this 'bout myself before the mic And you know, if you look at like the movie industry You don't, you don't base the success off for how many tickets sold You know, like, what's the gross? How much it gross? Period, right? When it come to business, the bottom line is, you know, we in business to make money How much you gross? So, it's like, I feel like it's a looming question mark over Hollywood, over the entertainment, music industry What's the new business model? And, to me, you know, the people that lead to that answer That lend they intelligence, they hustle, they effort, they mind-power, you know? Whatever they can offer to that question, and stick to that and come up with answers to that I feel like that's one of the most important things going on Like in the city they'll try and disrespect and you'll try to go to, you know, the moon And then it was like, uh, it had industrial revolutions Like now, I think it's the business model, creators of the new era that's gon' be able to be the type to keep the business moving forward People that create new business models, you know, as well as products that, you know, are sold and consumed, services that are consumed, these models But I feel like the giants gon' be the ones who create the business models But that's we trying to do with this Proud2Pay Fuck the middle man And uh, this disruptive multimedia Collab and I'm going with, uh, Ryan Legend Overtime (Overtime) 'cause I ain't have a mic I was in that Chevy playin' Savage Life Niggas lookin' like I had it wrong (Wrong) Now them niggas know I had it right (Right) They don't know about them sleepless nights Them lookin' for a reason nights They say it's six degrees in life Opportunity, preparation, they meet, it's nice (Nice, nice)

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Right Hand 2 God

Right Hand 2 God by Nipsey Hussle

44 ContributorsRight Hand 2 God Lyrics Put my right hand to God, shine on these broads Stay on my job, grind with my squad Hundred racks on my car, no license at all No tint on that thing, nigga, 'cause that's how we ball All these fuck niggas flawed, suckas and frauds My circle so small, stick to my script and just ball First, I pick up my bitch, then we shut down the mall Had to pick up the tip, she tried to pay for it all Bring some 'yac with my plate, garlic noodles and steak Bouncin' out the valet with all these tats on my face People looking like, "Hey, Black nigga, stay in your place" But it's some shit they gon' think and it's some shit they gon' say Got to a brick from an eighth, see that music's my fate Switched it up, from out my trunk, went to the top of my state And I Versace'd my waist like 2Pac in his hey' Bryan Williams how I built this All Money estate, woah I put my right hand to God I put my right hand to God Put my right hand to Jesus, fly like a eagle Fight with these demons, shine light on my people This life is a free throw, success is a kilo My wife is a C-note, but my mistress is Creole I sip on that Clicquot while I'm bangin' that Z-Ro Ghetto nigga like Cheetos that got more famous than CeeLo Turn legit from illegal just like Pesci in Casino Get JS off of P-role, watch him blow up like C4 I rose from a Regal, Auroras and Lincolns Low-pros on Alpinas to German drop top two-seaters Was young and prestigious, phone was matchin' my beeper How the fuck you gon' reach him? He makin' more than his teachers Movin' forward with speed, all your morals'll leave Only focus is cheese, now the forest is trees Got infected with greed, distort what you see Your worst nightmare to need is justify your means Hold up You might also like I put my right hand to God I put my right hand to God

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Ocean Views

Ocean Views by Nipsey Hussle

24 ContributorsOcean Views Lyrics Ocean views, small circle, it's a chosen few I wrote it down then I followed through (followed through) I bought a pound then we rolled a few (rolled a few) I talk shit but she know it's true (know it's true) Ocean views, small circle, it's a chosen few I wrote it down then I followed through (followed through) I bought a pound then we rolled a few (rolled a few) I talk shit but she know it's true (know it's true) Blessings, bitches in my section Young with all this money, I'm obsessive, weapons Turnin' off y'all extras Turnin' off this bullshit direction Turnin' up my grind Wakin' up to more pressure But it's all in your mind, so I never feel pressured Knew it's all in due time, now hundreds stackin' like Tetris Hustle hard is my message, then double back and get extras Know I spaz when I catch it Yellow Bone, white Lexus, all black tint, two white cups, fat gold chains, Sprite, Texas I'm just young and I'm reckless, I'm just on for my section I'm just out here on top speed with my top down and I'm revvin’ I don't know about Hell, I don't know about Heaven All I know is 'bout right now and this lifestyle is interestin' Iced out in my session, I just write down these confessions Niggas died and got life around me, I guess that I'm an exception Blessings You might also like Ocean views, small circle, it's a chosen few I wrote it down then I followed through (followed through) I bought a pound then we rolled a few (rolled a few) I talk shit but she know it's true (know it's true) Ocean views, small circle, it's a chosen few I wrote it down then I followed through (followed through) I bought a pound then we rolled a few (rolled a few) I talk shit but she know it's true (know it's true) Look, I'm in these streets with my Cuban on In my Benz with my music on Old friends like, "What you been on?" Shit, I've been on my grind I ain't usually home, focused, I ain't usin' phones Lately, I've been usin' songs to get my point across While niggas 'round me lose it all, but that's your coin to toss I guess I always knew to ball And as this world revolves, I'm crackin' 'cause I do my job Look, from fuckin' hood rats to fuckin' stars Spendin' all cash to slidin' cards, it's the definition of livin' large Smokin' top flight in the biggest cars Told you '08 this shit was ours Gettin' this cake, yeah, nigga, then gettin' more Look at this world, young nigga, this really yours Nigga, this really mine, my niggas is really for it Them buildings is really high Them cars is really foreign and all I see is Ocean views, small circle, it's a chosen few I wrote it down then I followed through (followed through) I bought a pound then we rolled a few (rolled a few) I talk shit but she know it's true (know it's true) Ocean views, small circle, it's a chosen few I wrote it down then I followed through (followed through) I bought a pound then we rolled a few (rolled a few) I talk shit but she know it's true (know it's true) Yeah, early mornin' off that flight though We gon' go hard then get right, bro It seemed simple, that's not life though Ten years later I'm alright though Look, these niggas act like they don't like dough They be mad 'cause niggas shine bright though Look, I got a Ruger and a Bryco But I'ma let you pick which way tonight go I got my dough right, plus the right dough I mean it's legal, pay taxes to them white folks My procedure, stay crackin 'til my life's low Then when I die, blue rag around my rifle Hundred thousand in my coffin, that's just light though Play a Stevie Wonder song, smoke some flight, bro Crack a pint of Act then pour in some Sprite, bro Until that day I'm walking toward what's in my sights though 'Cause all I see is ocean views

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If U Were Mine

If U Were Mine by Nipsey Hussle (Ft. James Fauntleroy)

19 ContributorsIf U Were Mine Lyrics If you were mine If you were mine The way that I move We still up all night And I breathe your air Runnin' this marathon You only can... Look, now, I can't promise commitment, but I swear we'll have fun If you, ask I'll be honest, girl, you not the only one Just a man on a mission, with my hand on my gun Couple niggas that hate me, but way more people show love Niggas tryin' too hard, they dyin' to ball Then turn around and hate on me like it's a crime to evolve Too afraid to be different, too ashamed to just listen See I'm way too 100, so now they hate on my niggas Tried to hate on my Crippin', tried to hate on my business Not to call you a bitch, but they gon' hate on my bitches So if you fucking with Nip, let you know my intentions Got to think like a rider, you gotta know your position So if it's cool, then we can hop in my Mercedes coupe Pop the cork off this imperial Veuv' Crank the music, blowin' circles out the roof And just enjoy the view She said You might also like If you were mine I said If you were mine The way that I move And I breathe your air Let me hit somethin' wit' you, lil mama Matter of fact You only can... Ay, I'm not trippin', back and forth with your nigga Scared to lose what you got as you lookin' for something different Me? "Fly Crippin'," international trippin' I got my numbers up and now they pay for my statistics Yeah, young nigga, started off with a vision Built this shit up from nothing, to the critics I ain't listen Now, transition, so check out how I'm livin' We V12 pushers and they transmissions is slippin' Nigga, get yo' bitch, 'cause I be bitch-gettin' Treat her like she wanna be treated, but I ain't trickin' Beat it like she want her shit beated, but I don't kiss it Just blame it on that shit that we smokin', plus we sippin' Look, double cups, she tryna double up 'Cause I just hit it once, but she caught a double nut Nasty, since she use to double dutch Too quick to fall in love, what the fuck? She said If you were mine If you were mine The way that I move And I breathe your air You only can... Look, now, if I was yours, and you was mine Would you do me like you do him and have someone on the side? So, keep yo' nigga, while I stay on my grind Just hit me up and we gon' spend some time Look, if I was yours, and you was mine Would you do me like you do him and have someone on the side? So, keep your nigga and I'll stay on my grind Just hit me up and we gon' spend some time Right? If you were mine (All Money In, No Money Out) If you were mine The way that I move And I breathe your air

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Status Symbol 3

Status Symbol 3 by Nipsey Hussle (Ft. Buddy)

36 ContributorsStatus Symbol 3 Lyrics Almost forgot what I was doin' Almost forgot where I was goin', I been drivin', I been smokin' Almost forgot what I was doin' Almost forgot what I was drinkin', what the hell have I been thinkin'? Now I'm just ridin' through the city Now I'm just ridin' through the city And ain't nobody rollin' with me And ain't nobody rollin' with me It ain't a problem, I'm gon' get it It ain't a problem, I'm gon' get it This a trip, trip, trip, trip Ridin' 'round smokin' by myself Don't you know I do it so well? Dollar signs all on my head Rollin' solo dolo, this a trip, trip, trip, trip Ayy, almost forgot what I was doin' Almost forgot where I was goin', I been drivin', I been smokin' Almost forgot what I was doin' Almost forgot what I was drinkin', what the hell have I been thinkin'? Rappin' for my section, roll with my protection Who gon' die next? Ain't tryna get elected Ridin' by myself, time for some reflection I feel like a young boss nigga that's thankful for his blessings I can't even lie (This a trip, trip, trip, trip), I ain't even flexin' Block for me, Black man, know they tryna stretch us I ain't tryna preach, I ain't tryna lecture When you make your first mil' in cash, you gon' feel the pressure Just wanna feel the thrust, wanna feel the texture Wanna feel the drop-top breeze, wanna feel successful Wanna change the game, never change the message Never stop grindin', cherish no possessions We ain't get accepted (This a trip, trip, trip, trip), we just reinvested Thanks what I expected 'cause we ain't even set trip 60th the Mecca, choppers for protection FBI invest' us, but they can't arrest us Almost You might also like Almost forgot what I was doin' (Almost) Almost forgot where I was goin', I been drivin', I been smokin' Almost forgot what I was doin' (Figure it out) Almost forgot what I was drinkin', what the hell have I been thinkin'? (We see y'all) Now I'm just ridin' through the city (Solo) Now I'm just ridin' through the city (Off probation) And ain't nobody rollin' with me (Off paperwork) And ain't nobody rollin' with me (Smokin' good, nigga) It ain't a problem, I'm gon' get it (Weed license) It ain't a problem, I'm gon' get it (Gun license, nigga) This a trip, trip, trip, trip (Ayy) Ridin' 'round smokin' by myself (Fuck y'all) Don't you know I do it so well? (Fuck y'all) Dollar signs all on my head (Fuck y'all) Rollin' solo dolo, this a trip, trip, trip, trip Ayy, almost forgot what I was doin' (I almost forgot, nigga) Almost forgot where I was goin', I been drivin', I been smokin' (You know we out chasin' these) Almost forgot what I was doin' (These M's, nigga) Almost forgot what I was drinkin', what the hell have I been thinkin'? Now I'm swervin', yeah, I'm swervin' Now I'm splurgin', yeah, I'm splurgin' On purpose, on purpose It's a trip, trip, trip, trip Turn the headphones up for me, G Little bit lower, yeah Always had the passion, nigga, this a classic How we came from nothing, went and got established Livin' like a savage, tryna make some magic Everybody starving, tryna take the sandwich (This a trip, trip, trip, trip) I know it's elaborate, but nigga, just imagine Felt the right to ask it, we can make it happen Weavin' through the traffic, I can take you back then Everything I said, I meant, I was never cappin' I was never scared to stand front line with MAC-10's Raise and shoot at Black men, never felt the satisfaction When I seen the game collapsin', guess they took the rules and whacked it Started movin' at a different frequency and it got me livin' lavish All my partners steady passin', tryna wiggle through this madness Tryna fight this gravity every time, I swear I can feel it pull me backwards Puttin' thousands on they caskets, tryna pick the right reactions I appreciate the progress, but I'm so conflicted by the status (This a trip, trip, trip, trip), look Almost forgot what I was doin' (This shit can happen) Almost forgot where I was goin', I been drivin', I been smokin' (On this road to these millions) Almost forgot what I was doin' (To success) Almost forgot what I was drinkin', what the hell have I been thinkin'? (Don't let the money make you different, nigga) Now I'm just ridin' through the city Now I'm just ridin' through the city (Stay focused) And ain't nobody rollin' with me And ain't nobody rollin' with me (The marathon continues) It ain't a problem, I'm gon' get it It ain't a problem, I'm gon' get it (Let's get it) This a trip, trip, trip, trip Ridin' 'round smokin' by myself (Solo) Don't you know I do it so well? (Off probation) Dollar signs all on my head (License good) Rollin' solo dolo, this a trip, trip, trip, trip (I just be trippin' sometimes, nigga) Ayy, almost forgot what I was doin' (That's what I call a full three-sixty) Almost forgot where I was goin', I been drivin', I been smokin' Almost forgot what I was doin' (Foot on the gas on you niggas) Almost forgot what I was drinkin', what the hell have I been thinkin'? (Just watch)

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Tha Mansion

Tha Mansion by Nipsey Hussle

17 ContributorsTha Mansion LyricsFresh out the club, on my way back to the mansion You know where I’m from, you don’t ever gotta ask us Banged out, still, these hoes think I'm handsome And yes I run my city, run my city single handed If they’d made a movie about my life it would be a classic Drove a bucket and we used to share a mattress Looking at me now you can see the contrast When I’m chilling with a model from Toronto in the Hamptons So what do you need, cause you can have it Long as you willing to bleed for what you’re asking And when you see it you seize it with a passion Cause we don’t believe in second chances The way you fill up them jeans make me imagine But I don’t live in a dream, I make it happen Don’t mean to get in between you and your standards But since every night is a scene, I’m yellin’ action I’ve got the meat and the cheese, let’s make a sandwich Just grab which ever of your home girls is the baddest Hopefully she got a swag that could match this But she could be whatever she want, except average And dressed in something I can mess with Spend a lil’ something on you bag is expected Louis Vuitton and Valentino collections All you Ugg-boot bitches I don’t mess with I’m international, them niggas are domestic Fuckin' with a baller and usually bringin' out the best in And when it’s over you can count me as your blessing Cause every single loss in your life is a lesson I’m on, and I know I am And I ain’t in nobody rush cause I know my plan Money first, women second, and you hoes is last Cause I don’t wanna fuck if I know I can And yeah, you got a butt, but your soul is whack You like a coke bottle but the soda’s flat Your style like the plastic on the sofa set And run and tell your homegirls I told ya that Look, damn, flow kinda tough And I don’t hate y’all I just only love us The title that I hold is what every one wants But still I play the game like I never one once It's eleven, you know, one one And every generation had to do what I’ve done To the people I’m a hero unsung Good thing I don’t want fame, I want funds But if they say my name the bell rung I’ve been through so much pain, I feel numb The Marathon, my nigga, I’m on one For as long as the Lord pump air through these lungs And I ain’t perfect, Lord knows I murked shit Until the day that he gave me something to work with Open my eyes, he show me it wasn’t worth it Told me if I lowered my pride, I’d find purpose And it was hard to see the set was a serpent Going too fast to turn, inertia Gotta apply the lesson that you learn You should come fuck with a star, get off earth dick Got money, but you still feel worthless Fuck like a porn star, pussy like a virgin And in return, he keep you in fly purses But when he gone you calling my line urgent Cry me a river, I’ve never be the buyer of them lies you deliver The real is me is mesmerized into women Most of the times she never been with this fly of a nigga And I am the realization, of the dream of this motherfucking nation! Come on, for pussy and power you be patient Come up first, that’s the order of operations Broke nigga hope you hear what I’m saying Either that or you should pop Scarface in Learn the rules to the game that ya playing You got a cell waiting on you in the state pen Hope you hear what I’m saying Either that or you should pop Scarface in Learn the rules to the game that ya playing Cause they got a cell waiting on you in the state pen You might also likeYeah, uh, TMC

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Million While You Young

Million While You Young by Nipsey Hussle (Ft. The-Dream)

36 ContributorsMillion While You Young Lyrics And I'm actually gonna get right into it And they really wanna know how You know, how can I blaze my own path? Uh, how can I be successful? Um, how can I follow the path That someone else has laid for me to be successful? I'm sittin' on deuces while the blunt burn Still rapin' rap music 'cause I want more All Money In, it's just us four It's just Cobby, it's just Hoggy, it's just Rimpau It's just Adam, it's just Blacc Sam and Bolt Da Fatts Where your 600 Benz? Where your Rovers at? Where your Cuban links? Nigga, where your Rollies at? Where your big booty bad bitches stay preposterous at? Where you hustle? Where you run from the police at? Where you ever represented hope where the hopeless at? Where you had to take an oath 'fore you sold a sack? Dealt with all the pressure, played it like you never noticed that Amongst it all, put yourself on the map Turned into a booming operation, where your focus at? Where your 600 Benz? Where your Rovers at? Where your Cuban link? Nigga, where your Rollie at? You might also like Uh, I would rather shoot before I run Pressure on my shoulder weigh a ton You should try and do what we done Make a million dollars while you young I would rather shoot before I run Pressure on my shoulder weigh a ton You should try and do what we done Make a million dollars while you young So if you can tell us how exactly And what deal you did to make your first million dollars? I can tell you niggas how I came up Similar to climbin' out the grave, huh? Can't be actin' like a bitch tryna get saved, bruh Get that dirt up off your shoulder, step your game up Can't be chasin' pussy, switch your ways up Can't be fuckin' off your lucci, gotta save up See, you gon' probably fail, tryna play us Streets ain't for everybody, get your grades up Ain't 'bout your money, you just lookin' for a stage, huh? And all that stuntin' put a bullet in your brain, huh? Stupid-ass nigga, you can't fade us Niggas like, "Pfft, who even raised cuz?" Where you come from? Where you get your name from? You was in the house, not with the runaway slaves, huh? You wasn't never in the spot when they raid, huh? You ain't really 'bout it, lil nigga, this a phase, huh? Uh, I would rather shoot before I run Pressure on my shoulder weigh a ton You should try and do what we done Make a million dollars while you young I would rather shoot before I run Pressure on my shoulder weigh a ton You should try and do what we done Make a million dollars while you young Tell me why you mad for, tell me why you mad I know to you, it looks easy Tell me why you mad for, tell me why you mad But this shit ain't easy, believe me Tell me why you mad for, tell me why you mad I know to you, it looks easy Tell me why you mad for, tell me why you mad But this shit ain't easy, believe me Self-made, self-made, nigga really self-made And I'll never understand the type of games you niggas play Westside to the Westside, Atlanta until I die (ATL) Fuck with my nigga Nipsey, best believe a nigga gon' ride Tell me why you mad for, tell me why you mad I know to you, it looks easy Tell me why you mad for, tell me why you mad But this shit ain't easy, believe me Tell me why you mad for, tell me why you mad I know to you, it looks easy Tell me why you mad for, tell me why you mad But this shit ain't easy, believe me

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Love

Love by Nipsey Hussle

24 ContributorsLove Lyrics Now, I don't ever wanna hear you niggas say you doubtin' shit again Look, look Fake niggas, don't show me love And all you fake bitches, I don't want your hugs I got this pistol and a gang of hundreds In this drop, Mercedes-Benz, gettin' dumb blunted Don't be surprised if you don't get what you never wanted I'm on my fifth fly whip, while you ain't never stunted Never going broke, funny 'cause I never budget Lot of niggas 'round now that I ain't never fucked with That's why I'm in and out of town, out in other countries It's like the less I come around, the more I get money And I been catching wind lately that the feds want me But I'm gon' keep getting rich, so it's gon' get ugly Told my mama I'ma gang-bang graduate Pioneered the transition from this Crippin' wasn't easy, nigga, but I mastered it That's why I still deliver raps so passionate Built my own lane, ain't no nigga ever hand me shit Slauson Avenue, do you understand the averages? The fact, I'm still standing speaks volumes to my savages We lust lavishness and aim for extravagance Even if it's only temporary 'Least we had the shit I press the gas 'til one-60 on the dash is hit My bitch lit the blunt and passed the shit Look, iPhone 4's and life on tour Get five racks every night, what's the price on yours? I'm down to splurge on my bitch, 'cause I don't wife no whores Get the whole fall collection if she like that store Baby, rhyme crazy, that's just how this life made me Trust funds for Emani, in case this life take me I live it to the fullest, never let this life break me This far it's been a cold demonstration Number one question now is, "Did the fame the change me?" Fuckin' right, young nigga, should I be still gang-bangin'? Wait, hold up, hold that thought, take these shots And tell my niggas S.I.P. The Marathon don't stop Before I sell my soul, I give my life It's been a minute but we gon' get right, watch— You might also like I'm out here on a mission and I'm all alone I'm far from where I'm going and I'm far from home Somehow I know I'm moving in the right direction Mama always told me I was gon' be special

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Outro

Outro by Nipsey Hussle

20 ContributorsOutro Lyrics I can feel the excitement like I can sense an indictment Swear I hope that I'm wrong but just in case I'm on my tip Forever on some fly shit however illogic Spend a regular nigga monthly income on my outfit See I was in front of they house with rocks inside of my mouth When jealous niggas that hate me had they feet up on the couch And then we made it out And now we standin' here Hope niggas don't think this type of shit going to magically appear And so I got some news for ya They say life's a bitch and she'll sang the blues to ya Pay attention to Hussle I got the rules for ya Made my way through the maze and I left some clues for ya Now its up to you are you going Take heed and get paid And scream all money in until your dying day Say fuck the middle man get on your grind and save Or are you more the type that have your mind enslaved They tellin' me they believe and I got style for days And when I drop an album they'll be proud to pay Still out here on this mission and I'm miles away Somehow I feel like recently I found my way (yeah) And ain't no feelings that can rival those And you can pop a molly you can sniff a pile of coke You could make a hundred million fuck a thousand hoes But when its all over all that counts is how the story's told So write my name down write my aim down To do this my way and carve my own lane out Shit changed they say I don't act the same now But it was either that or blow my fucking brains out Niggas dissin' me got me tempted to change routes Pressure building up gotta let this pain out Gotta think smart gotta map my plays out Before I kill these niggas broad day and yell my gang out (my gang out) And I stay in this game and get my change out Figured how to deal with it and see what fame's 'bout I got the secret to success do your thang now Or you can keep watching cable on the same couch Whatever niggas reap they sowing Me I'll be out in Vegas smokin' Stupid view city lights glowing Wine tasting, filet mignon, and knows who grows it So many people call only a few chosen And that's why I go hard cause I do notice She tells me that I am wrong for not using emotion Too busy to love a broad and I can't lose focus But maybe in a different life Maybe when we make it well meet at the finish line Maybe this is fate maybe god will send a sign But more than likely he'll say nigga grind Yeah, so here I go on my second wind I'm checking shit off my bucket list and it's getting thin Run out of shit to buy in places you ain't never been And what you'll value most is a honest friend Calls from the bank there's more deposits in Seven days a week I be at my offices Keys to the city nigga I'm the hottest even if the OG's don't acknowledge it Gone...You might also like

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Real Big

Real Big by Nipsey Hussle (Ft. Marsha Ambrosius)

31 ContributorsReal Big Lyrics Real big, real big I knew one day, I would do it real big Real shit, real shit I know all my real niggas feel this Night time, locs on Can't even see the stars, but we still wish Real shit, real shit Who would ever thought that we would build this? Tryna walk to school, get your jaw socked Tryna pump your gas, get your car shot Large profit margin on the long shots 'Cause young niggas rarely make it off of our block Night time, locs on Fuckin' young bitches while they folks home High school, didn't go Couldn't understand my plan, now you niggas know Self-made, well-paid I'm from where they tell you never touch the shell case I'm from where they teach you never trust a pale face Let's talk bangin', I can tell you 'bout a failed race Real shit, real shit I know all my real niggas feel this Night time, locs on Fuckin' young bitches while they folks home You might also like Real big, real big I knew one day, I would do it real big Real shit, real shit I know all my real niggas feel this Night time, locs on Can't even see the stars, but we still wish Real shit, real shit Who would ever thought that we would build this? Sold-out shows, that's a door split Niggas ain't show up, that's a forfeit Left my record label, just got more rich I switched it up, that's me singin' on the chorus But still, I spit bars so gutter Drive cars, no stutter, top floor, no clutter Hardwood floors, though White wall, that's where my awards go Runnin' from the law 'til they foreclose Sit with myself when them doors close Sometimes I got a question, only Lord knows What I'm doing out in Copenhagen spendin' euros? Night time, locs on Do it big, nigga, 'til my Locs home Real shit, real shit I know all my real niggas feel this Real big, real big I knew one day, I would do it real big Real shit, real shit I know all my real niggas feel this Night time, locs on Can't even see the stars, but we still wish Real shit, real shit Who would ever thought that we would build this? If I could stay in this moment, I would forever If I could live in this moment, said I would forever Real shit, real shit Yeah, yeah If I could give you the stars, baby, I would Wanna last to share in this moment, baby, this moment And I would give you the stars, baby, I would Real big, real big I knew one day, I would do it real big Real shit, real shit I know all my real niggas feel this Night time, locs on Can't even see the stars, but we still wish Real shit, real shit Who would ever thought that we would build this?

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All Get Right

All Get Right by Nipsey Hussle (Ft. J. Stone)

24 ContributorsTranslationsFrançaisAll Get Right Lyrics Smokin' Backwoods, marathon OG Uh, what? Hussle Yeah, I feel brand new like I just started this shit, uh Like at the beginning I know y'all been waiting My foundation's solid, let's take flight, ayy, look Turn off the lights, turn up my mic Roll up some flight, let's all get right It's that shit you waited for your whole fucking life It's that shit you waited for your whole fucking life I got that good, still in the hood I kept my word, yeah my nigga, I make good 6 figure niggas in them v-12s No tint, nigga, so you see well My Cuban link, that's 14k My presidential, I wear it every day It symbolizes, how I'm enterprising I came from lint in Dickie pockets so I emphasize it You check the filing, niggas say I kept it solid But fuck the rumors, money talks and you made less deposits I dropped some videos, you should go check the comments They love me all around the world my nigga, what's your problem? You might also like Turn off the lights, turn up my mic Roll up some flight, let's all get right It's that shit you waited for your whole fucking life It's that shit you waited for your whole fucking life All my liquor from France, my cars from Frankfurt Told them keep they advance, distribute and market my label I own it all, I own it all, word in them offices is that I want it all That's right I do, now who the fuck is you? To question my request, I paid my fucking dues Had a couple dreams, now they coming true I'm at the Porsche lot, asking do they come in coupes? Walking out the club with a hundred goons Magnum bottles of the Veuve, and a pungent fume Model bitches stunting in them fucking shoes Bring your homegirl 'cause she coming too Fast cars with them leather seats Drop top, she a fucking freak Blow me down while we ride on PCH I'm Nip Hussle the great, middle fingers in your face, uh Turn off the lights, turn up my mic Roll up some flight, let's all get right It's that shit you waited for your whole fucking life It's that shit you waited for your whole fucking life I'm Infant Stone, I just came home My flow is sick, disinfect the microphone In '08 we told you we was never gon' Change, and we still on this marathon I'm a heavy hitter like Barry Bonds Lightweight setback for a heavy arm Now I'm jumping on stage with my jewelry froze Fresh out, spending money, killed the movie role It's all money in like a Brinks truck And it's no money out like a prenup You need to get your green up 'Cause me and my team up Light up some flight, lace up my Nikes Victory lap, tonight is the night This the shit I waited for my whole fucking life This the shit I waited for my whole fucking life (Stone) Turn off the lights (Bleh), turn up my mic (Ahh) Roll up some flight (Nigga), let's all get right (Haha) It's that shit you waited for your whole fucking life It's that shit you waited for your whole fucking life Turn off the lights (Yeah), turn up my mic (Yeah) Roll up some flight (Bleh), let's all get right (Right) It's that shit you waited for your whole fucking life (Right) It's that shit you waited for your whole fucking life Uh, like that VL TMC though, uh Fuck the middle man, proud to pay, ihussle.com Victory Lap coming soon nigga Hussle

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I Don’t Stress (Stressed Out)

I Don't Stress (Stressed Out) by Nipsey Hussle

28 ContributorsI Don’t Stress (Stressed Out) Lyrics I don't stress out, nigga Poke my chest out, nigga Weight on my shoulder, bring the best out, nigga Get it right or you get left out, nigga Playin' Pac in my cassette loud, nigga I remember feelin' like a stepchild, nigga I would hate to see my momma stressed out, nigga Black Sam would tell me, "poke your chest out, nigga" I could die today I've made the set proud, nigga And I could fly away, but I respect vows, nigga Used to always say I'd make the whole world feel this Now I'm on the tour around the whole world, nigga Paparazzi waitin' at my hotel, nigga Smokin' while I'm drivin' that's with no L's, nigga 20 bands a month just for your bills, nigga Princess cut diamonds up in your grill, nigga Now smile in every camera and show you're a trill nigga You feed 'em what you want cause that's your kill, nigga And through the darkest days I was like, "oh well, nigga" Westside neighborhood against the whole world, nigga I don't stress out, nigga Poke my chest out, nigga Weight on my shoulder, bring the best out, nigga Get it right or you get left out, nigga You might also like I never fold under mental pressure I get better, ain't no code to y'all misconception I'm just special, this an ode to my innersection And God bless and save my soul from this imperfection I can't measure with a number, all these niggas restin' But it's a lot when you that young to witness life and death You shellshocked, but ain't no tears involved Accept it all, that's how the world revolve Every 12 months you live another year you ball Hindsight, it's 20-20 that was really God Cause lookin' back it' ain't no reason why we ain't get caught Mission after mission, we was trippin' Me and Baby Bolt Da Fatts in Lil Killa Dave's kitchen Police in the front, pistols in the court When it hit the fan you get to find out who you are Nervous as a bitch, was sweat drippin' down my palms And think through it, thug, you got to stay calm I don't stress out, nigga Poke my chest out, nigga Weight on my shoulder, bring the best out, nigga Get it right or you get left out, nigga Playin' BIG in my cassette loud, nigga I remember feelin' like the best out, nigga They ain't feel me then, but I'm a threat now, nigga I'm the one that represent the West now, nigga Almost didn't make it cause the set foul, nigga Shit'll chip you quicker than the West now, nigga Lock you up in cages, how it went down, nigga Ship you out of town, you need to pen pal, nigga Plenty times I've felt like this the end now, nigga But I catch my 2nd wind around the 10th round, nigga Only God knows to where it went down, nigga But if you see us up that's cause we been down, nigga Stand up, we don't never sit down, nigga Man up, go and get a Benz now, nigga Damn cuhz, look at how my campaign killin' Panoramic views, chillin' under 12-foot ceilings I don't stress out, nigga I don't stress out, nigga

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Keyz 2 the City 2

Keyz 2 the City 2 by Nipsey Hussle (Ft. TeeFlii)

37 ContributorsKeyz 2 the City 2 Lyrics Uh, rollin' up some good, pourin' up 'til we get faded You know how we do it, everybody takin' flicks of me I got the keys to the city, I don't need no limousine I turn out when I pull up and tell my bookin' agent book a show Runnin' 'round with the paper bag Runnin' 'round with the paper bag Goin' crazy, spendin' all this cash Goin' crazy, spendin' all this cash If I spend it I'ma get it back, even when I'm ridin' 'round dirty A nigga don't need a seatbelt, a nigga don't need a seatbelt Nah, it don't cost to keep it real, run up, get done up Shit can get real, fuck around and get your ass robbed Nigga fuck around and take your shit, got you askin' God why Drag your ass into an alley, pull out, aim for the target Should've never been around the killers In my town, we the fuckin' realest No Cheddar Bobs 'round here I get to sprayin', they gon' get down Ski mask over my face Catch a body in broad day Catch a body in broad day I got the key to the city, I got a ho that's saddity Talk to that bitch in Swahili, tattoo my name in graffiti Whack out your hood in graffiti Come through your hood on the weekly None of y'all niggas can't see me None of y'all niggas can't see me You might also like Y'all ain't got nothin' like this over there Bunch of front-line millionaires Bunch of self-made, out the trunk paid 'Gainst the odds, really took it there Any prob', I'ma reappear, with a squad you already fear All this time I've been playin' fair, seven digits every single year Niggas died, niggas disappeared, alibis, I was really there Life of crime 'til I get the chair, Columbine in my trigger hair Still I rise and I took the stairs Feel the fire, it's a different glare All these fights, it was never fair Bustin' knuckles, still I'm swingin' fierce Taste the salt inside my drippin' tears You should know I never had a fear You should know I never had a shot Never had a chance, still, I took it here Manage pride, but I see it clear, strategize, I'm an engineer Pick a side, gotta keep it there, switchin' up, nigga, lookin' weird I got the key to the city, I got a ho that's saddity Talk to that bitch in Swahili, tattoo my name in graffiti Whack out your hood in graffiti Come through your hood on the weekly None of y'all niggas can't see me None of y'all niggas can't see me Tappin' in Say they waitin' for it, tell the streets a nigga back again Ridin' 'round inside the 'Bach again Rollin' flame inside the 'Bach again 405, another traffic jam Improvise another master plan Sit outside a nigga family pad Another seven grams inside a sandwich bag My whole life is like a balance act People's champ, but could you handle that? I pull up inside the black on black And park this big-ass Benz inside the handicap What I done, they can't imagine that One-of-one, it's like a magic trick Matter fact, it's like a lotto pick That's why I gotta talk a lot of shit

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Picture Me Rollin’

Picture Me Rollin' by Nipsey Hussle (Ft. OverDoz.)

29 ContributorsPicture Me Rollin’ Lyrics Look, picture me rollin', tippin' my chaueffer Niggas look jealous, you gotta control it Reachin' my quota, mixin' my soda Feeling connected to God, tryna' get closer Steppin' on roaches Me and my locsters Just tryna get over, tryna not get swallowed by locusts Tryna' to stay focus, kinda like Moses Like somebody chose us, this weight on my shoulder I feel these emotions, but still I keep going A pen to a poet I been through the motions I’m feeling heroic But life is a dice game And they dare you to blow it You might get a stripe man, but that ain't gon' pay for the strollers It's never enough to console her Telling your daddy's a soldier She needs you right now in this moment Not dead on your back pushing roses To me I'm just carving this sculpture Fine-tuning my approaches Doubling back as a owner The moment of truth is upon us Call the promoters You might also like Picture me rollin' rollin' rollin' Me and my friends not worried Then we get stopped by the police Gotta make it home to my baby Cause these days niggas goin' crazy Gotta make it home to my baby Cause this is they say me Gotta make it home to my baby, hol' up, yeah Look I bet I'ma make it home to my baby (bang bang) Yeah, I bet I'ma make it home to my baby I said, I bet I'ma make it home to you, baby

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Blue Laces

Blue Laces by Nipsey Hussle (Ft. Goldie (UK))

22 ContributorsBlue Laces Lyrics Look, I'm from Westside California, they run up on ya Ask you where you from and check yo' tats under yo' clothin' Hustla, go hard make sure my knot swollen Fuck it, say the wrong hood, bullets explodin' I trust few people these days 'cause that's golden I seen niggas get killed for who they roll with And chose to keep inside they circle Satan sittin' on your sofa Same nigga that shot you was the one you used to smoke with Cold shit, my whole clique notorious You've heard of us, six Os is murderers You still servin' clucks, jealous nigga, you broke as fuck Yo bitch on my nuts, spillin' Patrón out my cup She can't get enough, buffer me down as I puff on the finest kush They say I be doin' too much, I just do my stuff Yeah, I just do my stuff Hussle, Hussle Blue Laces, shell cases, we catch bodies, we don't leave no traces Big faces, suitcases, if you ain't know, hoe, we gettin' paid, bitch Blue Laces, shell cases, we catch bodies, we don't leave no traces Big faces, suitcases, if you ain't know, hoe, we gettin' paid, bitch I got Slauson on my back, Ed Hardy on my hip Weight of the world on my shoulders, gold rollie on my wrist Neighborhood chucks, blue checkerboard tint Dickies saggin' off my ass, walk with a hoodsta limp Two bricks on my white tee, same color cocaine I ain't talkin' dope, I mean the price of my gold chain All money in, no money out, that was my slogan What I mean by that is stack it up and don't spend no change I started small time, dope game, cocaine Seven grams was thirty rocks, that was my program The block propane, young nigga, no change Shoot-out with no aim, so they know yo name 'Cause where yo mama paid rent, that was yo gang So when yo homeboy bled, that was yo pain And if y'all both catch a case, you don't say no names That's just the code of the color of my shoe strings You might also like Blue Laces, shell cases, we catch bodies, we don't leave no traces Big faces, suitcases, if you ain't know, hoe, we gettin' paid, bitch Blue Laces, shell cases, we catch bodies, we don't leave no traces Big faces, suitcases, if you ain't know, hoe, we gettin' paid, bitch Been so many places, seen so many things Niggas stood against tryna chase that cream This ain't livin' This ain't livin, no You thinkin' you gettin' paid, hustlin' everyday My homies passin' away, no This ain't livin' (Hustle, nigga) This ain't livin, no Look What happened to the code? Streets all in shambles Niggas powderin' they nose, put the shame to what we stand for They think we on some kill another nigga shit We really on some stay down and diligent The streets is cold, turn innocence to militants Young niggas gangbangin' for the thrill of it Pops was gone, moms was never home But the streets was right there so they took you as they own Blue Laces, shell cases, we catch bodies, we don't leave no traces Big faces, suitcases, if you ain't know, hoe, we gettin' paid, bitch Blue Laces, shell cases, we catch bodies, we don't leave no traces Big faces, suitcases, if you ain't know, hoe, we gettin' paid, bitch

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Checc Me Out

Checc Me Out by Nipsey Hussle (Ft. Cobby Supreme & DOM KENNEDY)

32 ContributorsChecc Me Out Lyrics That's what it is It's really what it is Yeah New Nipsey Hussle (Checc me out) You in trouble (Checc me out) Pay us now (Checc me out) Or pay me double (Checc me out) New Nipsey Hussle (Checc me out) New Nipsey Hussle (Checc me out) New Nipsey Hussle (Checc me out) Nigga, fuck it (Checc me out) Nigga, fuck it, I came from nothing Shootouts in public, ridin' buses Buyin' Benzes, was buying buckets Knock me off of my grind, that's what they wasn't My life was ugly, and I got money Caught a glimpse of that, but that's not for me She say she love me, she think she love me She want my money, I think she funny Uh, a-all bad bitches V12 engines Broke niggas die slow While the rich get richer You might also like Shit like that Sound like it looks We on the 'shaw (Checc me out) Above the law (Checc me out) I sag my pants (Checc me out) To show my draws (Checc me out) This how we ball (Checc me out) Slauson Mall (Checc me out) I fuck 'em once (Checc me out) And never call (Checc me out) Nigga All bad bitches, (It's All Money In, by the way) V-12 engines (Supreme) Broke niggas die slow (It’s on your feet) While the rich get richer Balenciagas, no Gucci problems Get money with Timers, Louis V persona Hit a nigga with a llama You don’t want them problems I do my thang in the kitchen See, that's a Pyrex vision And I roll with the riches Stay flippin' those bitches Stay away from the snitches That's how you get those stitches Only fuck with my circle No square ass niggas And we don't smoke on purple Only kush out the Benzes Where a nigga come from? My niggas is so relentless We don't play no games Send a nigga to the dentist Or to the ICU, that's how I see you All about my business All Money business, bitches All bad bitches V-12 engines Broke niggas die slow While the rich get richer OPM (Checc me out) All Money in (Checc me out) That's a Beamer (Checc me out) And a Benz (Checc me out) We do it big (Checc me out) Fucking twins (Checc me out) We fuck they friends (Checc me out) Please come again (Checc me out) Please come again (Checc me out) Please come again (Checc me out) That's what I told her (Checc me out) Please come again, ay (Checc me out) Please come again (Checc me out) Please come again (Checc me out) OPM (Checc me out) All Money In (Checc me out) Nigga Y'all see this shit, uh Everything I operate go fast Today, the day go by when I ain't got If I want it, then that's how it should be That's what we run this game for Play that

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Who Detached Us

Who Detached Us by Nipsey Hussle

27 ContributorsWho Detached Us Lyrics Look, somehow I escaped the fate of this life I lead Divorced the street, she tried to kill me and my wife to be Black widow, silk sheets and a satin pillow This California king loved you like a sack of indo Empty patron bottles and a pack of Mentos Master suite 'frigerator full of incidentals Every day we have a ball like a blond bimbo Talk to her like a shrink and fuck her like a nympho And it can be as simple as it seems If you never doubt yourself and learn from everything you see Know, wishing on a star can turn your life into a dream You could walk on water just don't look down at your feet Look Told this world I was a star I'm gon' need a stage Cause life is short and talk is cheap so fuck what people say When I was 12 a crazy lady told me lead the way I shed a tear cause it was real and swore to never stray Now every second is a classic, when nothing last Gotta take a moment and appreciate the fact that This world is turning faster and faster And once you found the real it's hard to tolerate the plastic I ain't no Christian, ain't no Catholic but I believe God gon' shine his light on everyone that never had shit I need some answers to these questions that I'm asking We used to be connected, who detached us? We used to be respected, now they laughin' We've turned into possessions with no passion How we go from the best to less than average We used to be connected, who detached us? You might also like Who? Who? Who? Who? (With no collective identity) You. You. You. You (It's every man for himself) Me. Me. Me. Me (We need a black mafia) Us. We. We (Look) Ruthless Crip on some stupid shit To valeting at Ruth Chris in some roofless shit I think too much TV is what ruins kids When homosexual actors is their influences We need community centers that teach the music biz That way we learn to retain ownership on some Jewish shit Don't take no hand outs, you build it it's more lucrative And now everything that I spoke is the truest shit You get abused long enough, you start abusing shit She flipped the script and now your woman calling you a bitch You got some problems in the house that only you can fix And if you was a kid that grew up with it even you would split He told the world he was a star and he gonna need a stage Cause life is short and talk is cheap so fuck what people say When he was 12 a crazy lady told him lead the way He shed a tear cause it was real and swore to never stray Now every second is a classic, when nothing last Gotta take a moment and appreciate the fact that This world is turning faster and faster And once you found the real it's hard to tolerate the plastic I ain't no Christian, ain't no Catholic but I believe God gon' shine his light on everyone that never had shit I need some answers to these questions that I'm asking We used to be connected, who detached us? Who? Who? Who? Who? (No separation) Who? Who? Who? Who? You. You. You. You (Divide and conquer) Me. Me. Me. Me (It's the Art of War) Us. We. We Who detached us? (Look) Death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life It is Life's change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new Right now the new is you, but someday not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life Don't be trapped by dogma, which is living with the results of other people's thinking Don't let the noise of other's opinions drown out your own inner voice And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish It was their farewell message as they signed off And now, I wish that for you Stay Hungry. Stay FoolishEmbed

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That’s How I Knew

That's How I Knew by Nipsey Hussle

11 ContributorsThat’s How I Knew Lyrics That's how I knew, that's how I knew That's how I knew, that's how I knew That's how I knew, that's how I knew That's how I knew, that's how I knew that I was different That's how I knew, that's how I knew That's how I knew, that's how I knew That's how I knew, that's how I knew That's how I knew, that's how I knew that I was different I seen it, I thought it, I dreamed it I said it, I did it, I meant it I taste it, I loved it, I need it I want it, more of it, I fiend it I'm godly, I'm gutter, I'm genius I'm prolly of cheese grits at Four Seasons Fresh squeezed, no stressants, no reason Toast champagne to achievements I think we should dive off the deep end Take you on vacation every weekend Look, I be up at six, niggas sleep in I be at the Ritz puffin' G Pens Them other niggas soft, I'm the cement Fourteen, Bonnie and Clyde, we can be them These rich nigga rules I believe in Manifested, gave me blessings and that's how I know You might also like That's how I knew, that's how I knew That's how I knew, that's how I knew That's how I knew, that's how I knew That's how I knew, that's how I knew that I was different That's how I knew, that's how I knew That's how I knew, that's how I knew That's how I knew, that's how I knew That's how I knew Yeah, That's how I knew that i was different though Rap fast, this a different flow Different deals gettin' different dough Yeah, my life, doin' different shows Catch a flight, do my shit, hit a lick and go Oh, now I got a different goal 'Cause I reached all my old ones I be feelin' like somebody reached out and chose us I be killin' life, nigga, we got it rollin' We pop and pour shit Standin' on them couches with my whole clique Our jewelry on some 1994 shit Champagne flutes, watch em go 'click' Afterwards, baby fucked the whole clique West Coast shit Own the masters to these classics, Death Row shit So when that check come, I get mo chips All money in, I went and got my own shit, nigga That's how I knew, that's how I knew That's how I knew, that's how I knew That's how I knew, that's how I knew That's how I knew, that's how I knew that I was different That's how I knew, that's how I knew That's how I knew, that's how I knew That's how I knew, that's how I knew That's how I knew, that's how I knew that I was different Life, and it's like, you know, you can look a gift horse in the face and not know what you lookin' at And I feel like, you know, I'm lookin' at the gift horse I'm just one of the ones that notice what I'm lookin' at You know what I mean? It's actually an incredible time It's like a gold rush, it's never been a time like this in our generation It's our equivalent of the Gold Rush with everybody movin' to California This technology has empowered everybody And it's giving people, you know, it's as big as you wanna make it and, you know, it's as far as you take it And we can quote a gang of things going on in the world right now Or just, you know, accept it as being true But, you know, it's like, man, giants gon' crumble Big-big companies gon' crumble New companies gon' pop up outta nowhere and it's-it's gon' be dramatic And I believe that That's how I knew, that's how I knew That's how I knew, that's how I knew That's how I knew, that's how I knew That's how I knew, that's how I knew that I was different That's how I knew, that's how I knew That's how I knew, that's how I knew That's how I knew, that's how I knew That's how I knew, that's how I knew that I was different

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Hussle in the House

Hussle in the House by Nipsey Hussle

38 ContributorsHussle in the House Lyrics Look, I'm comin' straight off of Slauson A crazy motherfucker named Nipsey I'm turnt up cause I grew up in the 60's Caution to you rap niggas try and diss me I go hard that's why your bitch wanna flip me Big guns, nigga, turn rivals into rosaries Extended clips, I give a fuck who you 'posed to be Straight off the block I sold dope to buy groceries Now it's rap money, no advance, it's all royalties You broke, nigga, you could follow me It's fuck bitches, get money, keep some hollow heads logically And I'm from where homicide boost the economy Pay taxes to these coroners and put in work, it's a policy (Hussle) It's white chalk on the corners It's yellow tape on the gates Choppers up above That's 'cause the Tiny Locs runs the streets where I'm from This is just a small introduction to this Nipsey Hussle music Guns, money and bitches, that's the way that we do it First get your grind on, then get your shine on Then come through daytime with the lights on (Hussle, Hussle) Now hit the fast lane (Yeah) and let your chain swang (Yeah) You gettin' dollars like a doctor, but you gangbang Yeah, it's Hussle in the house Yeah, it's Hussle in the house (Hussle, Hussle) You might also like Blue rag, S-hat, gold on my neck fat Gun case, catch that, cuz, Neighborhood, I rep that Shoot first, ask last, move work, fast cash Brynhurst, 10th Ave, squabble if you get mad (Hussle, Hussle) And in my lifetime, I seen a lot of death A couple cold nights, it look like it was nothin' left But God got me, so I got him tatted on my flesh Slauson, nigga, you ain't heard shit yet Cuzzy, Cobby, Hoodsta Rob, Tiny Draws Infant Stone, when he come home, then baby Wee Dog And can't forget my big brother Blacc Sam Just a young hood nigga with a million dollar plan This is just a small introduction to this Nipsey Hussle music Guns, money and bitches, that's the way that we do it First get your grind on, then get your shine on Then come through daytime with the lights on (Hussle, Hussle) Now hit the fast lane and let your chain swang (Yeah) You getting' dollars like a doctor, but you gangbang Yeah, it's Hussle in the house Yeah, it's Hussle in the house (Hussle, Hussle) Look, I came from nothin', so did every other rapper Save the speculation, real banger, gun clapper Silence, hit the opposition with the MAC I'll turn him into candles on the curb over blood splats Fuck rest in peace shirts, nigga, where your guns at? It done been two weeks and we ain't seen no get back Type of shit is that? Your Crippin' is wack You ain't poppin', you ain't turfed up, nigga, you off-deck I promise, I'll be out lurking with the pump Gooned up, black hoodie on, chopper in the trunk Ready to hop out, and do my motherfuckin' stuff Six-oh, nigga, that's what's up, huh This is just a small introduction to this Nipsey Hussle music Guns, money and bitches, that's the way that we do it First get your grind on, then get your shine on Then come through daytime with the lights on (Hussle, Hussle) Now hit the fast lane and let your chain swang You gettin' dollars like a doctor, but you gangbang Yeah, it's Hussle in the house Yeah, it's Hussle in the house (Hussle, Hussle)

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Killa

Killa by Nipsey Hussle

17 ContributorsKilla Lyrics My AC on, my ceiling cracked, smoking killa Light my backwood, count 100 racks, smoking killa I pull up in that black on black, smoking killa My AC on, my ceiling cracked, smoking killa I wake up in this state of mind, like sky's the limit My niggas said you crossed the line, well I'm gon' kill you I'm focused on a million cash, that's the vision Speeding and I'm finna crash, that's the feeling Until my tires burn, though, and my wheels give out These backwoods burn slow, like my bills dish out When them people come for you, they gone steal yo house Put yo name on them papers, they gone fill you out Couple moves from yo quota, come fuck up yo count Have you thinking bounce back when you out Look, I'm tip-toeing over traps Tight-roping at a height, you fall you knowing it's a wrap But I'm gon' keep this balance, cause it ain't no turning back Ain't no looking down, my niggas ain't concerned with that More concerned with cash More concerned with running laps, running rap Getting rich, then run it back My AC on, my ceiling cracked, smoking killa Light my backwood, count 100 racks, smoking killa I pull up in that black on black, smoking killa My AC on, my ceiling cracked, smoking killa You might also like What's the deal, nigga? What's the deal, nigga? How you feel? Now you know this shit is real, nigga Once upon a time was in the field, nigga War time, really kill or kill, nigga Gunfire, shooting out civills, nigga Young, wild, police gon' deal with you Not too many still living So I gotta paint it real vivid I'm surprised that I'm here, nigga Naw, I'm blind to my fears, nigga I shine like De Beers, nigga And fly like a Lear, nigga Climb like the stairs, nigga Spend time out in Paris, nigga Come from where the grannies gotta bury niggas And money make these hoes wanna marry niggas My AC on, my ceiling cracked, smoking killa Light my backwood, count 100 racks, smoking killa I pull up in that black on black, smoking killa My AC on, my ceiling cracked, smoking killa I think about them late nights Drive to Vegas across the state lines Finally did it, it just take time Since I was ye' high, my only goal was get this cake right And what they say, right You on your own, it's what you make life You was out there everyday, right? Tryna push foreign, tryna eat steak, right? Put some hunnids in yo safe, right? Hang some flat screens in yo place, right? Life insurance, just in case, right? Gave something to the lawyer, just in case, right? Sitting solo, first class, on a straight flight I remember waiting on my day like... Everyday I'm on this paper chase, like Stand between these buildings 'til the daylight Wiggle through the prisons and the grave sites Then you finally get it, and you take flight My AC on, my ceiling cracked, smoking killa Light my backwood, count 100 racks, smoking killa I pull up in that black on black, smoking killa My AC on, my ceiling cracked, smoking killa

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Keys 2 the City

Keys 2 the City by Nipsey Hussle

36 ContributorsKeys 2 the City Lyrics 455, I drive by doing a hundred And I stay blunted 'cause I do what I need And that's the reason that they love me 'Cause I've been making money I got the key to the city It feels good to be on top, I got the key to the city This is how it is to be a big shot Listen, black on black Mercedes-Benz Tattoo all my lady friends, "Nipsey" on they titties More game than ESPN I turn these hoes to lesbians, make her fuck her best of friends Get head for one hour, smoke a blunt and catch my second wind Hopping off that tour bus, she probably just had sex with him She's out of your possession, you cannot protect her then South Central that's my residence Deadly like them seven sins And if I'm not the king of this I must be the president Omg, I'm ill as shit, money is my medicine Shoutout to my niggas in the pen text messaging Shoutout to them bitches getting it in in their crevices Conjugal visits make sex seem so irrelevant Forget about the risk we took, I never can Rebel in this white-man-world until they bury him Being broke is so un-American That's why I'm screaming, "All Money In," 'til the end, nigga You might also like 455, I drive by doing a hundred And I stay blunted 'cause I do what I need And that's the reason that they love me 'Cause I've been making money I got the key to the city It feels good to be on top, I got the key to the city This is how it is to be a big shot Pull up in that old school, me and Lil' Shady Blue Fresh up out the county jail, they held us both without no bail 10 stacks to my lawyer, said a prayer that we prevailed Jealous niggas hated that, love to see a nigga fail Miss me with that, "Bro, I love you" Sucker nigga be for real Fake as four dollar bills Hit the gas, we're out of here On our way to Fox Hills, spending like we got a mill' Smoking so much kush it got us feeling like we're off a pill They know we got dollars still And bitches know they got the bill Eatin' Benihana daily, drive my baby mama crazy Name a nigga that could fade me Pussy, that does not persuade me Got a swag that make 'em hate me Plus we never shop at Macy’s Louis V and Gucci, maybe Neiman Marcus, blue Mercedes We was both familiar faces Spending thousands, dodging cases "Fuck a bottle, bring the cases," is what we told the waitress Then pop Clicquot for all of y'all that tried to play us 455, I drive by doing a hundred And I stay blunted 'cause I do what I need And that's the reason that they love me 'Cause I've been making money I got the key to the city It feels good to be on top, I got the key to the city This is how it is to be a big shot Hussle, Hussle, Dre past, Def Jam, Capital Atlantic too Thought that I'll be dead or doing life, 'cause what I rap is true Just another you know who Sam had some time to do And yeah, Steve is cool, but I heard Big U's an animal Fuck what they was talking about We just did what we had to do Became the most valuable, after I dropped Volume 2 From the West Coast at least, now for the West Coast I speak 'Cause on a level four with Gilbon is where I'm 'posed to be I be on some business shit Y'all bring out the loc in me Like a broke weed head, my pistol will smoke for free Emani ain't gonna know the streets Got to keep her close to me Put that on the man that's on the cross on my rosary Wasn’t always banging but I speak about it openly No shame in my game I did my thing, on the coldest streets Who's the hottest on the West All you niggas know it's me So tell whoever got it lock that Nipsey Hussle stole the key 455, I drive by doing a hundred And I stay blunted 'cause I do what I need And that's the reason that they love me 'Cause I've been making money I got the key to the city It feels good to be on top, I got the key to the city This is how it is to be a big shot

Nipsey Hussle

Where Yo Money At?

Where Yo Money At? by Nipsey Hussle (Ft. Pacman da Gunman)

17 ContributorsWhere Yo Money At? Lyrics Uh! What? Yeah Turn me up a little bit Where yo money at? We gon’ smoke a hundred sacks Shootin’ up your block Switch cars, then we double back You a funny cat You ain’t made a hundred racks You ain’t nothin’ like Nip Hussle That’s a fuckin’ fact Puttin' on for my city, got 100 stats I’m the realest nigga in it, can’t front on that A lot of fake niggas hate me cause they wanna rap But if they dumb enough to say it, I’ma fuckin snap Big guns, big guns, I got big guns AR’s, AK’s, nigga, pick one This young nigga on that shit, you should get on And I promise she get fucked if yo' bitch come Know some Inglewood niggas showed a Crip love He was like, "That nigga Nip kinda sick, Blood" Know them East Side niggas bang my shit tough, it's all of love Even to my homeboys that switched up Funny thing is they swore when I get rich I would turn my back on 'em, but I’m still up in the mix, huh God damn, ain't that some shit? Can a young pull up in a six gettin' his dick sucked? You might also like Where yo money at? We gon’ smoke a hundred sacks Shootin’ up your block Switch cars, then we double back You a funny cat You ain’t made a hundred racks You ain’t nothin’ like Nip Hussle That’s a fuckin’ fact Where yo money at? Where yo money at? It get better every time I rap Where yo money at? Yo Where yo money at? Look Where yo money at? 50’s and yo 100's at? Drop my new shit, tour the world then we double back I be runnin' laps 'til I’m runnin' rap I don’t want no help, ain’t no fun in that Like the type of raps make you wanna stack Make a nigga want a Benz, make 100 racks I heard yo tape, where you done it at? Where you ever grind? Where you stunted at? You wasn't full time, you was comin' back You was like, "I’m finna roll," it was finna crack 'Cause you ain’t want none of that Look, give me love, give me cash, give me respect Anything, other than, I’ma reject Give me time, give me space, give me a sec On the real, what you gone get is the best You know it, I ain’t fuckin' wit' it at all, you know it Niggas ain't standin' this tall, you know it All money in the name of the squad That's how you niggas know we came to ball, just watch Where yo money at? We gon’ smoke a hundred sacks Shootin’ up your block Switch cars, then we double back You a funny cat You ain’t made a hundred racks You ain’t nothin’ like Nip Hussle That’s a fuckin’ fact Where yo money at? Where yo money at? Where yo money at? Where yo money at? Big guns, big guns, I got big guns AR’s, AK’s, nigga pick one Big guns, big guns, I got big guns AR’s, AK’s, nigga pick one Nigga pick one Nigga pick one Nigga pick one Nigga pick one Where yo money at? We gon’ smoke a hundred sacks Shootin’ up your block Switch cars, then we double back You a funny cat You ain’t made a hundred racks You ain’t nothin’ like Nip Hussle That’s a fuckin’ fact Where yo money at? Where yo money at? (What?) Where yo money at? (Uh, what?) God damn

Nipsey Hussle

Blessings

Blessings by Nipsey Hussle

15 ContributorsBlessings Lyrics Yeah I got it Look You like the way I play the cards that I'm dealt, huh You like how I came up and stayed myself, huh All that shit I said on my tapes niggas felt, huh Got it, can't lose it gotta turn it into wealth, huh Like how I go hard and never fell, huh Like I how stayed down and lift the world up I sold out judging by the sales, huh I'm a heavyweight judging by the scales, huh My name ring bells plus it sell tickets As I push past these thousands to these mil tickets Hatin' niggas get some bread you gon' feel different And you can feel Nip from looking at the world different All black kids all trapped in All waitin' on a day that we can back in The all black Benz with the black tint Cause now you worth something, nigga that's what that meant Gold rollies, gold cubans Made what you make off going gold way before music Keep them squares out my circle, nigga no Rubik's Cause niggas learn you just to hurt you I'm like no Judas Summertime, top off Fake ass Louis, knockoff Young nigga, lost cause And till I pray to God that we all ball\ You might also like Dear Lord, please Bless us Bless us with discretion not to blow this dough Bless us with the strength not to fuck with hoes Bless us with the gift of real loyalty You know the type, he facin' life you pay the lawyer fee Bless us with abundance let us ball hard Protect us when they threaten us with a false charge Bless us lord cause niggas with the extras Lord Help me let the weight of what I made steer my direction more All black leather, new coupe Night vision in the dash make the moon blue Nudie jeans on so my denim fresh Making death threats but they ain't did it yet Need to get some cash, fuck it get a check But look, hop the fuck off this young nigga dick I'm ballin', yo bitch callin' My shit poppin' and yo shit keep floppin', look Came in this game all the killas with me Travel around the world I brought my niggas with me Play the game right I build the foundation Stay solid while these hatin' niggas stay hatin' Summertime, top off Try not to get your head knocked off Young nigga, lost cause Until I prayed to God that we all ball

Nipsey Hussle

7 Days A Week

7 Days A Week by Nipsey Hussle

23 Contributors7 Days A Week Lyrics Yuh, me and my nigga Rimpau was on the way to the studio And cuz had that, um, that Wiz and Curren$y mixtape in the tape deck, the CD changer And I heard this beat I'm like, "What the fuck?" Yahp! Ya know, only thought it's right for my 58,000th leak Shit, hear we go Like this, look Seven days a week, seven different freaks But I got tired of fuckin' hoes so I just smoke and count my cheese Watchin' Godfather, leather couches, flat screens I say I'm on this marathon, she ask me, “What does that mean?” Ain't no puff and pass, please roll your own, I do the same Girl, get on that Marlon Brando and stop tryna pick my brain Yo boyfriend is a lame, that's why you're not used to this game And if you lookin' for me, I'll be first class on a plane Ixnay my landin' gear 'cause I don't need no runway My final destination is a cloud, it's a one-way Fuckin' with them streets, ain't no stranger to this gunplay But I now I eat these beats and I don't never take a lunch break Back to back Swisher Sweets, never on no sober shit Post-traumatic stress, I feel like that's what I'm copin' with So I smoke the best, impossible not to notice this 30,000 feet up, I cross the Atlantic Ocean with a pack of Swishers rolled And if my time ain't even over yet I'm tryna live my life so when it's over I got no regrets The keys to success, multiply what you approach it with Got to roll a dice but the first time that you can go legit Seize the opportunity, believe and take control of it Then get on your marathon and grind it 'til it's over with Napa Valley Dolce, my cup runneth over with My trunk is in my roof, ayy, you know who you rollin' with Hussle You might also like I know a place we can go where you can be yourself You ain't gotta worry and we ain't gotta rush, 'cause we not in no hurry You can't be afraid to let go, you gotta let go of yourself But you ain't gotta worry, 'cause this gon' take some time But we not in no hurry 58,000 This marathon continues

Nipsey Hussle

A Miracle

A Miracle by Nipsey Hussle

16 ContributorsA Miracle Lyrics If what I believe Is proved to be wrong Then I guess I'm a miracle I was been supposed to change up I was been supposed to fold all this pressure I was been supposed to change up Nigga, what would I look like? I come from the hood I represent the only way up Had to hustle, boy, I'm tryna touch a toy I'm tryna fuck these L.A. streets up Think it's safe to say that I did it Look nigga, uh All black everything and my diamonds all love like Vera Wang Look, blue rags in the south of France There's some things in life that won't ever change Me? I'm a nigga that's supposed to ball 'Cause I'm a street survivor and they mold us wrong Before rap we was rollin' stones I drove a Cutlass coupe, would cop a quarter zone Front of the buildin' on my mobile phone I'm thinkin' pace myself 'cause you could overdose Not on the drugs but the life you chose By hangin' niggas, I don't like the row No such thing as they might parole They putting cameras up in microphones They got me sandwiched in, I want a nicer home They know I take the risk, I don't know right from wrong Plus any given day you might be gone No cliché where the lines get drawn Come on the block, it's a riot zone For the loot niggas stoop into pirate mode Paint with less strokes and divide you, dawg Guns get drawn, niggas lives get lost Never was entitled, had to fight for raw Necessities in life, you see the reason, right? You might also like I was been supposed to change up I was been supposed to fold all this pressure I was been supposed to change up Nigga, what would I look like? I come from the hood I represent the only way up Had to hustle, boy, I'm tryna touch a toy I'm tryna fuck these L.A. streets up Think it's safe to say that I did it Look nigga, uh All black everything in my 600 Benz with a heavy chain Look, you deserve a real nigga with money There's some things in life that won't ever change Me? Fell in love with a cuban A celebrity herself, prolly fuck with her music She the one that the shoe fit but I can't stop for love Look how the game has seduced us Benihana's or the Ruth's Chris A lot of new responsibilities with all of this influence Spendin' racks, therapeutic So I snow flake the face like A.C.s in my new shit One button, where the roof went? TMZ takin' shots, say cheese for the news clips Dope boys and them boosters Gangbangers and hoopers My style is inclusive, the streets is abusive But it's life, my nigga, wanna survive, gotta shoot shit Hella thick skin, never bruise quick Yellow wrists and some 7-speed shit I talk to you on some suck a D shit All visual, nigga going digital, nigga Not the smartest nigga but its visceral, nigga My understandin' on a level kinda different, my nigga Every time I drop, the city a feel it Every time you hate, you gotta be kiddin' Every time I pull up, the foreign is kitted And I can't even really walk through the Beverly Center Hudson jeans on, ain't the regular denim I bought the 600, not the regular Benz Famous without a deal, that ain't regular nigga Tired of tellin' you niggas I'm not a regular nigga, no! I was been supposed to change up I was been supposed to fold all this pressure I was been supposed to change up Nigga, what would I look like? I come from the hood I represent the only way up Had to hustle, boy, I'm tryna touch a toy I'm tryna fuck these L.A. streets up Think it's safe to say I did it Look nigga, uh

Nipsey Hussle

The Weather

The Weather by Nipsey Hussle (Ft. Cuzzy Capone & Rick Ross)

18 ContributorsThe Weather Lyrics Most the time, when it rain it start pouring' But how we grind, it make the weather change for us (repeat 3x) We roll through, but we never change for 'em So smile for us, when you see us, drive foreigns Nigga watch us ball Stop or stall, nigga not at all I'm poppin' broads with Tiny Hog at the shoppin' mall All money in the squad, boy I'm not involved Can't pay the cost to floss? I can spot your flaws SLs with the toppin' off Dress well when it's time to ball Couple hundred for my boxer drawers Young nigga used to shop at Ross First to shoot when it's poppin' off Couple times, a nigga almost got popped by Ross Crash unit, buzz cut ex-marines Crenshaw, Slauson Ave 17 Infant Stone, Lil' Shady, Baby Bolt Da Fatts laid a demonstration 85 Cutlass with the 380s Summertime functions, L.A. streets' crazy Shoot it out that's what this crew about Hangin' out the Cutlass window with the Rugar out Prove yo'self, killers in pursuit of clout It felt wrong, but who is you to doubt Look, my master plan was buy a pound and then move it south And hopefully one day I'll put this music out Trippin' now, seeing that it's movin' out I'm buying spots, nigga movin' out My fan base, I see 'em movin' south I'm overseas eating fuckin' croûte Yeah… so I can tell you what this hustling 'bout I couldn't tell you what no luck about I had maps on my wall, nigga Dope sacks in my drawers, nigga Look, a lot of stress I couldn't rest not at all Nigga risking everything trynna ball You might also like Gotta let it breathe And put the weed out Double M Niggas get it and they fall off It's cause they all soft Nigga like me started at the car wash 8am to 10pm, that's on the rainy day Wise words from dope boys meant everything They say it's levels to the street life Then I seen a bezel with the pink ice All natural, momma tell you to be careful In the trap trappin' to increase capital No longer cruising with the windows down Hand on the pistol anticipating the riddle sound I'm Kanye when it came to 'ye I'm Jay-Z when it came to keys I'm Snoop when it came to weed So now they wanna Biggie me As the credit rolls, now the charge is federal Money bags, I'm placed upon a pedestal Still on the block in my Reeboks You ain't really know these was the Basquiat's You ain't really know who really call shots Worldwide mastermind, number one all charts Reporting live from the land of the hopeless Representing for the team that won rings with no coaches We stay strapped and we cockin' so don't approach us Price Johnson with a big gold chain and Louis Loafers Been hiding guns in the sofa since toy soldiers Thunder-domes up in Hyde Park, didn't nobody know us We took all fades, our introduction was from the shoulders We was kids, honestly we just needed someone to hold us Grindin' hard on them corners with cane boulders Fascinated by the green, all we wanted was Range Rovers On the block politicking with brain blowers Real niggas that got love in their hearts but can't show it We live and die for the fame and the lights glowing Fox Hills buying Jordans, but still the pain showing When I die, put me next to the dead poets Tell 'em God had a plan for me and I didn't know it Victory

Nipsey Hussle

Sound of My Ceremony

Sound of My Ceremony by Nipsey Hussle

14 ContributorsSound of My Ceremony Lyrics Now if I break your heart, lil' momma, don't make a scene You really mad at yourself 'cause you couldn't do it to me Probably call me a failure if I ain't never achieved I rather you call me cocky for livin' like I believe, that I'm a king No sympathizin' with the fake or suprises from the snakes It's flock season and I value my estate So I bought some barbed wire 'case they tryna climb the gate Houston Rocket on my waist Hip-Hop cops on my case, but fuck 'em, more deposits in the bank God damn a nigga straight, crooked letter on my face I'm a fly crip but I rep my whole race Couple of us eatin' good but everybody want a taste They say, "Get with it or them niggas gon' take" I say, "If you want fish, let me lead you to the lake" But niggas lazy and I'm a late night, early mornin' nigga 25/8 Life wasn't easy growin' up, I had to make somethin' out of nothin' If you struggled you relate But now I'm straight, everything great I don't need your help now, nigga, all of y'all late That's why I made sure all of y'all shake The way y'all ride dick I think all of y'all gay Practice all night, ballin' all day Sleepin' on the flights, when I land I get paid I ain't got a boss, I am not a slave Turnin' up my hustle is how I give myself a raise And it's funny how people let money make 'em change See you stickin' to the script then start rippin' out the pages of history, it ain't a mystery If I died yesterday, my life would be a victory These niggas sound stupid, sayin' they invented me But arguin' with fools is a waste of energy I'm a franchise player and a owner of the team And they only envy me 'cause we on a winnin' spree You might also like Now, this the sound of my ceremony The sweet smell of success, yes, I wear it on me The Snoop Dogg lookin' nigga in the mirror told me "Keep gettin' money, fuck bitches, and beware of homies" 'Cause Brutus killed Caesar, and Judas killed Jesus But that's where I'ma leave it 'Cause they call it dry snitchin' if I take it any deeper

Nipsey Hussle

A Hunnit a Show

A Hunnit a Show by Nipsey Hussle (Ft. Rick Ross)

26 ContributorsA Hunnit a Show Lyrics Yeah (Yeah) Plug (Plug) Bidness (Bidness) Yeah, look Need a hundred a show so we can fly in a jet Fuck with you, girl, you always ready for sex Keep my eye on this game and let the money invest And, nigga, I'ma die for my fuckin' respect You fuckin' with a young nigga Two twelves in the trunk, nigga Havin' everything he want, nigga Life in the rush nigga Probably never good enough, nigga All he wanna do is stunt Nigga’s always lookin' up to him, whole spot goin' up to him New money gettin' stuck to him Life, it was rough to him Skinny nigga, he was buff to it, trying to do it like Puff do it Do it like Russ do it, real life, said, "What's up?" to it Need a Benz, nigga, fuck Buick Made a plan and I stuck to it I'm the man, you a bluff to us, small talk such a sus to us The money is a must to us We came from these corners but we at it 'til we affluent You gotta bring your guts to it Tryna get it to the point they gotta bring it in a truck to us You might also like Yeah, look Need a hundred a show so we can fly in a jet Fuck with you, girl, you always ready for sex Keep my eye on this game and let the money invest And, nigga, I'ma die for my fuckin' respect Smoke with me All 'em blogs never shook a nigga Hundred racks just to book a nigga Greatest ever like a Brooklyn nigga All this ice here is hard to overlook a nigga Fell in love with that fast money 50 racks on that back end Walk through cause four bricks Maybachs when I back in L.A.X., Nip, roll that pound Poolside at that polo lounge M-O-B, bitch, hold that down Pinky ring, gold Rolex crown Testify, never go that route Black bottles, that Moët out My first mil, I had a Kodak smile Tell the plug, "Bring more back now" Fake jewels, never tolerate it Pray Boobee case exonerated Every night I thank God I made it Every night I thank God I made it! My bitch bad like Paula Patton Big ass mansion from all that rappin' Tell the police, "Call the captain" Motherfucker, I'ma start the clappin' Yeah, look Need a hundred a show so we can fly in a jet Fuck with you, girl, you always ready for sex Keep my eye on this game and let the money invest And, nigga, I'ma die for my fuckin' respect Maybach Music

A$AP Ferg

Plain Jane (Remix)

Plain Jane (Remix) by A$AP Ferg (Ft. Nicki Minaj)

Young Money Ayo, Ferg Yeah Ride with the mob, Alhamdulillah Check in with me and do your job Ferg is the name, Ben Baller did the chain Tourneau for the watch, presi Plain Jane Yamborghini chain, rest in peace to my superior Hermès link could feed a village in Liberia TMZ taking pictures, causin' mad hysteria Momma see me on BET and started tearin' up I'ma start killin' niggas, how you get that trife? I attended Harlem picnics where you risked your life Uncle used to skim work, sellin' nicks at night I was only 8 years old, watching Nick at Nite Uncle Psycho was in that bathroom buggin'! Knife to his gut, hope Daddy don't cut him Suicidal thoughts brought to me with no advisory He was pitchin' dummy, sellin' fiends mad ivory Grandma had the arthritis in her hands, bad! She was poppin' pills like rappers in society I'll fuck yo' bitch for the irony I'll send Meechy at yo' ho if yo' bitch keep eyein' me! You might also like Ride with the mob, Alhamdulillah Check in with me and do your job Ferg is the name, Ben Baller did the chain Tourneau for the watch, presi Plain Jane Ride with the mob, Alhamdulillah Check in with me and do your job Ferg is the name, Ben Baller did the chain Tourneau for the watch, presi Plain Jane Suck a nigga dick or somethin' (Yeah) Suck a nigga dick or somethin' (You already know, Harlem) Suck a nigga dick or somethin' (Queens) Suck a nigga dick or somethin' (Queens for the Kings of the Queens) Ayo, I'ma explain why you prolly never see me I push a Lamborghini, chocha magic like Houdini My body shaped like Jeannie, booty dreamy, waist is teeny Yes, I told him to get TIDAL, so he stream me when he leave me I go hard in the booth, Biggie vibes, gimme the loot I'm a classy millionaire, bitches ain't got the couth C-O-U-T-H 'cause you can't spell it either If I call him then he comin' home runnin', Derek Jeter Bitches must be eatin' ass, because I swear they're bottomfeeders Ho, you know that you my son, I shoulda scrapped you as a fetus All these bitches rockin' inches 'cause they followin' the leader I should switch it up on hoes and rock a Afro like Lupita's I don't keep up with the Joneses, but I do know Catherine Zeta I'm with Candice, TT, Thembi, and Viola, mi amiga Rap bitches, they gotta check in with the Queen I'm the Alpha, the Omega, everything in between, uh Ride with Minaj, mm, Mashallah Check in with me, then do your job Queen is the name, Rafaello did the chain This is Monse, Patty Plain Jane Ride with Minaj, mm, Mashallah Check in with me, then do your job Queen is the name, Rafaello did the chain This is Monse, Patty Plain Jane Eat a Barbie ass or somethin' Eat a Barbie ass or somethin' Eat a Barbie ass or somethin' Eat a Barbie ass or somethin' Brrt Kirk Kneezy on the beat Yo, you know this here for the city, nigga Gold chains, Plain Janes, and all that good stuff, nigga

A$AP Ferg

Work REMIX

Work REMIX by A$AP Ferg (Ft. A$AP Rocky, French Montana, ScHoolboy Q & Trinidad James)

I gotta close the window before I record ‘Cause New York don't know how to be quiet (Work) Stand up! (Work) Ferg! Hoo! Hoo! Hoo! Coogi down to the socks like I'm Biggie Poppa (baby) Keep your girl head in my Tommy boxers But really though, she a silly ho ‘Cause you know the Fergenstein gettin' plenty dough She don't get nothin' from a nigga though All she get is hard dick and some Cheerios Kinda silly though, but I'm lyrical Bet I put him in the dirt with the penny loafs No tint though, on my window So you see a nigga shinin' in the Benzo Ballin', got me feelin' like Jim Jones, I'm a pimp though No limp though, couldn't copy my style in Kinkos Put in work, run up on a killer, then I put him in the dirt Run up in the building, semi gon' squirt That's what a nigga get when they gettin' on my nerves I ain't lyin', lay 'em on the curb Ridin' on a killer who be comin' at Ferg (damn!) Girl, you twerk, twerk that kitty, girl, make it purr Put in work, Flacko put 'em in the dirt French got the shovel, he gon' put him in the earth Trinidad maniac with an all-gold hearse Yeah, uh, put in work ScHoolboy Q with a pound of the purp So much work he'll smoke up the Earth Polo Ground, A$AP World You might also like (Haaan!) That ain't Kanye That's Montana, loose cannon He shot me, so I had to do it Put him in the dirt, put him in it first I just sold a swammy with ten homis on it Her ass fat, you could park ten Tahoes on it When they mask up, comin' for your ice When they bare-faced, they comin' for your life Baby, don't pray for me, pray for the weak I'm drinkin' lean, it help me sleep Illuminati? I'm from the streets Never sold my body, we takin' bodies Put in work, put in work Put in work, put 'em in the dirt Shout out that motherland 12-years-old with guns in hand They don't ask no questions, nigga All they do is bang bang bang They don't ask no questions, all they do is bang bang I said I do this for them shottas, Trinidad, I love ya I do this for them shottas, Jamaica, I'm your brother I know a bitch from VI Yeah-yeah-yeah, that's my partner You got a problem with it Then-then-then-then that's your problem I fuck with Asian niggas and I fuck with Migos I fuck with Haitian niggas, all they speak is Creole I said all I speak is real, y'all niggas might hate me But that don't get no deal I said no, that don't get no deal I just now got my deal, but I been gettin' this money No green card in this struggle Immigration give you nothin' but work (put it in work) YAWK-YAWK, YAWK-YAWK! A lot of niggas died, should've been from Hoover Street No, I do not have a car, but I could buy one every week Pimpin' like I'm 33, move keys like I'm 36 Ship O's like I'm 28 Tacoma know I'm pushin' weight O-X-Y, I'm in your state Eatin' off your dinner plate My heart live where Santa stay Super fly, I need a cape Bitches throwin' pussy back and forth, they on my dick Passion drippin' off her lip She say she never had a Crip Uh, put in work, all big booties make it twerk All big titties lift your shirt Show a player what you're worth Yeah, put in work, spray his ass in front of the church Deacon said I did my shit The pastor said, "That nigga turnt" Pop my collar on my shirt Make these bitches go berserk Shippin' units; Captain Kirk Takin' xannies, poppin' percs Might not last, I'll bomb you first Turn your backseat to a hearse Back to the lab with mother Earth Had to give Young Ferg a verse A lot of homies cried, due to crimes, homicide Drivin' by, poppin' nines, Pakistan, Columbine Outta line, pistols barkin' (argh argh), ride or die Write a script, design a line, all I see is dollar signs You want that pretty Flacko? Ratchets, designer jackets The same niggas who jack it Be the first who claim we faggots My bitch is a movie actress Side bitch won a beauty pageant Got a chick that worked at Magic But I'm so damn fine make a bitch look average See, my daddy in Heaven, right next to Ferg's You know what's up I'm throwin' bucks Loaded Lux; put in work

A$AP Ferg

Plain Jane

Plain Jane by A$AP Ferg

Yeah Ride with the mob, Alhamdulillah Check in with me and do your job Ferg is the name, Ben Baller did the chain Tourneau for the watch, presi Plain Jane Yamborghini chain, rest in peace to my superior Hermès link could feed a village in Liberia TMZ taking pictures, causin' mad hysteria Momma see me on BET and started tearin' up I'ma start killin' niggas, how you get that trife? I attended Harlem picnics where you risked your life Uncle used to skim work, sellin' nicks at night I was only 8 years old, watching Nick at Nite Uncle Psycho was in that bathroom buggin'! Knife to his guts, hope Daddy don't cut him Suicidal thoughts brought to me with no advisory He was pitchin' dummy, sellin' fiends mad ivory Grandma had the arthritis in her hands, bad! She was poppin' pills like rappers in society I'll fuck yo' bitch for the irony I'll send Meechy at yo' ho if yo' bitch keep eyein' me! You might also like Ride with the mob, Alhamdulillah Check in with me and do your job Ferg is the name, Ben Baller did the chain Tourneau for the watch, presi Plain Jane Ride with the mob, Alhamdulillah Check in with me and do your job Ferg is the name, Ben Baller did the chain Tourneau for the watch, presi Plain Jane Suck a nigga dick or somethin' Suck a nigga dick or somethin' Suck a nigga dick or somethin' Suck a nigga dick or somethin' I'ma explain why you probably never seen me I'm in a sunken place, no Instagram, I'm watchin' TV I think I trade my breakfast, lunch, and dinner for some kitty Please believe me, I see RiRi, I'ma eat it like panini I go dumb up in the broad, hit the walls like graffiti Indian burns all up on a nigga wee-wee I think I need a foursome, Bella, Kendall, Gigi It'd be easy if Reneezy hook it all up on the leezy I go crazy in my Yeezy, Kirk Kneezy on the beat I told 'em now we finna glow up in the street Rappers talk subliminal but they don't talk to me Put 'em in a Jersey shore like Pauly D Ride with the mob, Alhamdulillah Check in with me and do your job Ferg is the name, Ben Baller did the chain Tourneau for the watch, presi Plain Jane Ride with the mob, Alhamdulillah Check in with me and do your job Ferg is the name, Ben Baller did the chain Tourneau for the watch, presi Plain Jane Suck a nigga dick or somethin' Suck a nigga dick or somethin' Suck a nigga dick or somethin' Suck a nigga dick or somethin'

A$AP Ferg

Shabba

Shabba by A$AP Ferg (Ft. A$AP Rocky)

Short nigga but my dick tall What I told your bitch, dog Only thug nigga down at the Pitchfork Dirty van bitches wanna suck my dick off Pop a Xanny for a penny Get to hit floor, run up in this shit raw I got a girl, I ain't never got no fuckin' condoms If she caught me, then that bitch would be pissed off (Real nigga shit) Fergy be mobbing all day, prolly with Marty or Jay Them my niggas from back in the day, Tarzan ain't showing his face He prolly the one with the K, fronting then he letting it spray Two shots to a bumboclaat man, Shabba Ranks let it go to your brain Front then he coming your way, let the semi dump-dump then he coming your way Dump when the bad man come, my yute don't ramp with me Coupe full of bad hoes, they all wanna come with me You got a coupe with a sad ho cause she wanna come with me Shabba! Shab-Shabba Ranks, Shab-Shab-Shabba Ranks Eight gold rings like I'm Shab-Shabba Ranks Four gold chains like I'm Shab-Shabba Ranks One gold tooth like I'm Shab-Shabba Ranks Shab-Shabba Ranks, Shab-Shab-Shabba Ranks Eight gold rings like I'm Shab-Shabba Ranks Two bad bitches like I'm Shab-Shabba Ranks One gold tooth like I'm Shab-Shabba Ranks You might also like Skinny nigga but my dick long (Pause!) Stank puss make my dick soft Probably bumping R. Kelly sipping Cristal So you know the whole world getting pissed on I don't really give a fuck if you pissed off I just bought a Mac-11 from the thrift store Traded for my gold chain and my pistol Shoot a rocket make a mothafucka lift off (Let's go) Flacko be mobbing all day With niggas that's chopping that yay They chopping them choppas they handle my problems Cause niggas be plotting these days But the 'Rari kinda fast though, she told me pump my brakes You stuck with a fat ho, and she wanna stuff her face To all of my Dominican girls dem, all of my Caribbean girls dem All my West Indian girls dem, I done fucked a million girls, damn With a little ting a ling ling school bell a ring Hit her with my ding-a-ling-a-ling, maybe run a train And tell her that my niggas wanna bang and a little brain And she wanna hang with the gang with a nigga named (Shabba!) Shab-Shabba Ranks, Shab-Shab-Shabba Ranks Eight gold rings like I'm Shab-Shabba Ranks Four gold chains like I'm Shab-Shabba Ranks One gold tooth like I'm Shab-Shabba Ranks Shab-Shabba Ranks, Shab-Shab-Shabba Ranks Eight gold rings like I'm Shab-Shabba Ranks Two bad bitches like I'm Shab-Shabba Ranks One gold tooth like I'm Shab-Shabba Ranks I was broke last week but today be a new day Mothafuckas like cavities, cause them niggas be too fake Walk in this bitch with the new Wang, looking like Liu Kang With a blonde bitch that wanna snoop cane Then she get the Batman like Bruce Wayne (Master Bruce) I be mobbing with the A, 'til my whole body decay I don't give a fuck what you say, my whole team like a parade Twelvyy got bags of the haze, Illi be smoking all day Me and Rock run trains on the ho, he be like "Bitch, don't touch my braids" Ty Beats in VA putting producers in graves Yams got a bottle of Henny, going straight to the face Ty Nast got a bad ho, but she's tryna come my way But he got my last ho, so shit man it's okay (Shabba) Shab-Shabba Ranks, Shab-Shab-Shabba Ranks Eight gold rings like I'm Shab-Shabba Ranks Four gold chains like I'm Shab-Shabba Ranks One gold tooth like I'm Shab-Shabba Ranks Shab-Shabba Ranks, Shab-Shab-Shabba Ranks Eight gold rings like I'm Shab-Shabba Ranks Two bad bitches like I'm Shab-Shabba Ranks One gold tooth like I'm Shab-Shabba Ranks Shab-Shabba Ranks, Shab-Shabba Ranks... Shab-Shabba Ranks, Shab-Shabba Ranks...

A$AP Ferg

Work

Work by A$AP Ferg

71 ContributorsWork Lyrics Yeah, straight off the plane Droppin' the flame Hoo! Hoo! Hoo! Hoo! A lot of niggas die, due to these streets A lot of mamas cry, due to this beef Purple kush got me high, don't wanna leave See my daddy in heaven, he be the realest G And your bitch I got her, she like my Tommy boxers Nigga I ain't no boxer, I let that Tommy box 'em Make 'em say ugh, Silkk the Shocker Very rare Vesace, I bet my silk will shock her Put in work, put 'em in the dirt Semi gon' squirt, damn he got murked Who got that work? He got that work She pop that pussy, she make it twerk A couple model bitches, thought I balled for the Lakers All they know is suck and fuck and speak a different language She like that cocaina, she sniff it off my banger She like to blow my nine, I think she's going brainless Put in work, put 'em in the dirt Semi gon' squirt, damn he got murked Who got that work? He got that work She pop that pussy, she make it twerk A couple model bitches, thought I balled for the Lakers All they know is suck and fuck and speak a different language She like that cocaina, she sniff it off my banger She like to blow my nine, I think she's going brainless You might also like All my Dominican niggas, got me speaking Spanglish Now that I'm rapping, I'm fucking different singers Celine Dion, Mariah Carey I got them Nick Cannons, if you coming at me Couple of them skinny niggas, that be trigger happy Feel them candy girls, make them do the Laffy Taffy They pop a pill, then they pop a bullet Man, fucking with this nigga like playing Russian Roulette I ain't wanna pull it, but I had to do it I be out tomorrow, my lawyer's Jewish He work hard, he put in work He put in work, got these niggas going bezerk Riding music, I see you riding to it Bang 'em over the head, nigga that for talking foolish Nigga, work hard, put in work Put in work, got these niggas going berserk

A$AP Ferg

New Level

New Level by A$AP Ferg (Ft. Future)

87 ContributorsNew Level Lyrics Yeah, yeah A$AP (Turn my vocals up a little bit more, please) Yeah, A$AP (Honorable C.N.O.T.E.) Yeah, a little bit more Yeah (Coo-coo), I'm on a new level (Yeah) I'm on it, I'm on it (Hoo, hoo, hoo, oh) I'm on a new level (Oh, oh) I'm on a new level (Yeah, yeah) I'm on a new level (Oh, oh) I'm on a new level (Yeah, yeah) Bought me a new shovel (Oh, oh) Put these niggas in the dirt (Yeah, yeah) Chain with the new bezel (Oh, oh) All my niggas put in work (Yeah, yeah, coo-coo) I'm on a new level (I'm on a new level) I'm on a new level (I'm on a new level) I'm on a new level (I'm on a new level) I'm on a new level (I'm on a new level) Bought me a new shovel (Yeah, oh, oh) Put these niggas in the dirt (Yeah, yeah) Chain with the new bezel (Oh, oh) All my niggas put in work (Rrr) You might also like Used to be sleepin' on itchy beds (Oh) Bed bugs in the motel (Yeah) Now your bitch give me head (Oh) Twenty bitches in the hotel (Yeah, yeah) On a ramen noodle diet (Uh, uh) Tour life wasn't so well (Yeah) All my niggas starting riots (Uh, woo) Moshpittin' on your toenails (Yeah) Uncle T doing so well (Oh, oh) First class from a old jail (Yeah, that's right) T Ferg did fifteen (Oh, oh) In the feds, getting no mail (Yeah, yeah) My daddy died and my cousin too (Oh, oh) They didn't let them out of no cell (Yeah) Provide jobs for my whole block (Oh) I cannot slow down (That's right) Nigga, I won't stop now (Oh, oh) Mothafucker, this is my town (Yeah) Take the block, make it hot now (Oh, oh) 143rd with the drop down (Yeah) Icy chain with the watch now (Yeah, yeah) Third piece full of rocks now (Yeah) Niggas squint when they watch now (Coo-coo) Leveling up to the top now I'm on a new level (Oh, oh) I'm on a new level (Yeah, yeah) I'm on a new level (Oh, oh) I'm on a new level (Yeah, yeah) Bought me a new shovel (Oh, oh) Put these niggas in the dirt (Yeah, yeah) I'm on a new level (Oh, oh) All my niggas put in work (Yeah, yeah, coo-coo) I'm on a new level (I'm on a new level) I'm on a new level (I'm on a new level) I'm on a new level (I'm on a new level) I'm on a new level (I'm on a new level) Bought me a new shovel (Yeah) Put these niggas in the dirt (Uh, yeah, yeah) Bought me some new bezels (Yeah, yeah) All my niggas put in work, hey Bought me some better bezels Man and went to see my jeweler, woo and I re'd up Went and bought some new jewels Hit the car dealer, woo-woo, re'd up Who knew we would blow up like nitro? Now these bitches need us Ooh, I just tasted molly on me Lord knows I just re'd up Dip and dabbin' in some new designer I just dipped and dabbed with the semi tucked You on the red carpet surrounded by pop stars tryna act tough I gotta Actavis on me, nigga, and I po'd up They say that we couldn't smoke in this bitch And we fucked around and still rolled up I'm on a new level (Oh, oh) I'm on a new level (Yeah, yeah) I'm on a new level (Oh, oh) I'm on a new level (Yeah, yeah) Bought me a new shovel (Yeah, oh, oh) Put these niggas in the dirt (Yeah, yeah) Chain with the new bezel (Yeah, oh, oh) All my niggas put in work (Yeah, yeah, coo-coo) I'm on a new level (I'm on a new level) I'm on a new level (I'm on a new level) I'm on a new level (I'm on a new level) I'm on a new level (I'm on a new level) Bought me a new shovel (Yeah, yeah) Put these niggas in the dirt (Uh, yeah, yeah) Chain with the new bezel (Yeah, yeah) All my niggas put in work (Coo-coo) Daddy lookin' down, I know he see me blowin' up My grandma would be so proud (Yeah, yeah) Up in Heaven, Yamborgini, know my brother see me I'ma make my bro proud (Yeah, yeah) Tell his mama I'ma take her outta work Know that I'ma hold my bros down (Yeah, yeah) A$AP 'til a nigga die If you didn't know, well, you know now I gotta get in my zone now I gotta get in my zone now (Right) Only a couple-a more down Momma gon' get a new home now (Alrihgt) Teach Marty Baller how to be a boss (Yeah) So none of us ever go broke now (Coo-coo) I'ma bring you to the water, swim, nigga I cannot bring you the boat now I'm on a new level (I'm on it, I'm on it) I'm on a new level (I'm on it, I'm on it) I'm on a new level (I'm on it, I'm on it) I'm on a new level (I'm on a new level) Bought me a new shovel (I'm on a new level) Put these niggas in the dirt (Dirt, yeah, yeah) Chain with the new bezel (I'm on a new level) All my niggas put in work (All my niggas put in work, coo-coo) I'm on a new level (I'm on a new level) I'm on a new level (I'm on a new level) I'm on a new level (I'm on a new level) I'm on a new level (I'm on a new level) Bought me a new shovel (Bought me a new shovel) Put these niggas in the dirt (Put these niggas in the dirt) Chain with the new bezel (Bought me some new bezels) All my niggas put in work (Wow)

A$AP Ferg

East Coast REMIX

East Coast REMIX by A$AP Ferg (Ft. A$AP Rocky, Busta Rhymes, Dave East, French Montana, Rick Ross & Snoop Dogg)

Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up (Remix) Fuck that shit, we get turnt 'til the sun is up All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up This that East Coast, motherfucker Call me "Mr. East Coast," motherfucker Let me give them a friendly reminder real quick, yo Y'all already know the God gotta talk Every single time I come, you niggas know I gotta do it Yes, I gotta do it, and I gotta kill 'em, and I gotta hit 'em Yes, you know a nigga gotta beat 'em stupid Only got forty-one seconds just to give a nigga shit Every second, bitch, I gotta use it Sorry, but a nigga blew it, and I came to grab the microphone And I make a motherfucker lose it And I make niggas jump, and I back niggas up She in the back of the truck Lil' mami wanna fuck and she really wanna suck When I finish with her, then we go in the back of the club And we do this shit again, my nigga, pronto Bip-de-badda-de-booda-de-beat it like a bongo Banging on the pussy like a nigga named Alonzo Head game crazy, that make her the head honcho Mad 'cause I took his bitch, and now, he think he macho? Somebody better call the cops, yo 'Fore we run up inside of that nigga little condo Put him in a box, put the nigga in a cargo (Cargo? Cargo!) Shut a nigga down (Fake bitch) Throw a bottle at you, shut a nigga mouth (Break shit) Come and follow, nigga, stand up on the couch (Shake shit) Let her swallow, niggas know we're in the house (Trey-fifth) East Coast, nigga! You might also like 1-0-0-3-1 is where my ZIP is Live in Har-ar-lem, up in the trenches Run through a bodega like I ain't got riches Run through a bodega like I ain't got— (Come on) Don't do it for the haters, I do it for the bitches My flow Al-Qaeda, I kill rap niggas Y'all Now-and-Laters, uh, sweet ass-niggas Soon as you get famous, they wanna ass-kiss (Muah) Only thing that I'm missing is Hov verse (JAY-Z) I get a feeling they want the old Ferg (Yah) "Cocaine Castle", "Hood Pope" Ferg (Yah) Got a question to ask you: Do you know Ferg? Do you know that I come from where the toast burn? New York, New York, uh, 1-4-3rd On Hungry Ham, up on the corner Fiends gangster-leaning, never sober From being in the streets to run a culture I never been in the weave, I had hoes, bruh (Yeah) Who's that jiggy motherfucker with the clothes, bruh? (Yeah) I'm finna kill these motherfuckers with the flow, bruh I'm the best in the game with the flow, bruh In New York, I Milly Rock to "Magnolia" I love the East, but shout-out to every coast, bruh South to North and even West Coast, bruh (Come on) Blackin' like I'm fresh up out retirement My flow still monumental, mental Couldn't ride an instrumental, but they ridin' dick I set the standards for requirements, so call the firemen Just me, myself and I, the world is mine, I put the "I" in his His posse too clean (Ayy), his diamonds like TIP (Ayy) His skin too clear (Ayy), his bitch gon' stare (Ayy) So mind your biz, how they find the time for minding mine I find these college chicks for top With Kylie's lips, oh my, oh my (Run it) Run it, run it like you want it (Run it) Run it, run it like you stole it (Run it) Running, running like I'm going (Woo) Running, pitching like I'm bowling (Woo) In my city, gangs run the inner city Load a semi for the chiddy bang Flacko, Fergie, Frenchie with the bitties Hit up Remy for the pretty gang Lately, I feel like a Beatle I'm Paulie McCartney just rocking Moschino Moscato or Pinot I got some bitches to hop in the Regal Phenomenal deepthroat (Phenomenal) I'm more Ali than Muhammad My noodles was Ramen, go Google my diamonds (Go Google) I got some shooters in college I feel like a coach, I'm recruiting and signing, look I still be moving in silence I'm ballin' in blue like I'm hooping in Dallas (Ballin') Bitch, I don't play for no Mavericks You need to think who gon' pay for your casket (Who?) Ignorant bastard (Hanh) But I'm still conscious enough to give hope to the masses (Hanh) Watch the coke do gymnastics (East side) Dominique Dawes, foreign my car when I'm mashin' (Hanh) Chain, busting it down Wrist, busting it down (Down) Your bitch busting it down (Down) Rap game, I'm fucking it now (Pow) I could be a jeweler (Jeweler) Neck, that's Slick the Ruler (Ruler) You niggas is comedy (Bling) Talking fast like Bone Thugs-N-Harmony (Harmony) KRS-One, Big L flows (Flows) Son of a gun with the Buffalo ('Lo) Head on my wrist is a P1 (One) Made more money than E1 (One) One time Chinx, two time Yams (Yams) Get the money, slide like a violin (Violin) You know my nigga Max almost home? (Ha) You know who run the East Coast zone, nigga? (Ha) (Maybach Music) In the kitchen, culinary, I could whip a Bloody Mary And I wish that blood would dead me, I'ma get your brother buried Gangbanging with your halo, business on the payphone Bitches pussies drying up like Taz's Angels Never was a client 'cause that boy ain't buying it And I got a bottom bitch, my top come on consignment Step up from the minor league, double-M the dynasty No, I never sold dope; I just got me a finder's fee Following my frequency, niggas rapping week to week Suckers be so weak to me; text, but don't speak to me You can never speak for me, see the B.I. chemistry Check into the crazy house, I'ma turn the labels out Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up (Remix) Fuck that shit, we get turnt 'til the sun is up All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up (All right) This that East Coast, motherfucker (Ooh) But I know this West Coast— (Snoop Dogg!) Ten-twenty was my date of birth, the day I came to Earth Bottle-sipping, love to burp, young nigga that's doing dirt "Long Beach" across my shirt, all y'all niggas gon' get murked What the fuck is you talkin' bout? Me and Ferg, we gon' put in work Bang on you, gang culture, out of this world It's all on a bitch—is she a Blood? Is she a Crip? Don't slip, think not, on the block where it's hot Legalize with the nines, give a fuck about a cop Real shit, this is it, from the bottom to the Bay This is anybody K, California all day Yes sir, on the curb, Mossberg by the van Lil' homies on the roof with the "blam, blam, blam!" Long Beach, popping pill on 'em I been working so hard, nigga, get your bale on I been working so hard, nigga, work to sell somethin' I been working so hard, welcome to the Hell-zone, zone, zone See I'm from Long Beach Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up (Remix) See I'm from Long Beach Fuck that shit, we get turnt 'til the sun is up All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up (Oww, all right) See I'm from Long Beach This that East Coast, motherfucker California, motherfucker, see I'm from Long Beach Call me "Mr. East Coast," motherfucker (Long Beach) West Coast

A$AP Ferg

Dump Dump

Dump Dump by A$AP Ferg

76 ContributorsDump Dump Lyrics Her hands all on my fade, bitch pop that ass in the coup That bitch got Lisa Leslie money, she balling, Sheryl Swoops She keep rubbing her nose, I can tell she wanna snoop That coke make my dick numb, she put it all in her glutes Feel like Bishop from Juice, gun all in my boot Sayonara feeling sauna when I blast that ass with that Uz', ooh Blast that ass with that Uz', better hope to God it ain't you Trap Lord with about ten jeeps, no telling what I might do I fucked your bitch, nigga and she about to fuck my crew She just finished with Twelvyy and now she off to Lou Pussy-ass nigga wearing all black, claim they off to shoot I pray to God he ain't lying, my gorillas live in the zoo I got killers with the deuce-deuce, them Tan Boys my niggas They gon' ride with me too, bust they nines with me too That's my bilingual crew, who do sign language true Bandannas in they pockets, how the fuck we gon' lose? I fucked your bitch, nigga, I fucked your bitch I fucked your bitch, nigga, I fucked your bitch She sucked my dick, nigga, she sucked my dick She sucked my dick, nigga, she sucked my dick Ride around town with about 100 niggas When you see me come around, don't try to run up on a nigga Four pound lay 'em down, now you six feet under, nigga If you feel some type of way, then let me see you dump nigga You might also like Ride around my city, feeling like P. Diddy Glock 9 in my silk shirt, nigga, no Pac and no Biggie Spilling on, my teeth hurt but these grills worth a milli' I was in the club, I seen the whole thing, I was right next to Meek Milly Shout outs my nigga Chrissy, don't bug over these bitches I ain't fucking with these ratchet hoes, I put a slug in these bitches Pop a pill in her asshole, put drugs in these bitches Impress my girl, she fine as fuck so I ain't loving these bitches I just be fucking these bitches, ain't no love for these bitches Diamond Dollas, that Fergenstein, I DDP on these niggas Feel the heat when it bigger, bullet creeped to his window Nigga, I'm going double wood, fuck around and catch a splinter Nine milli', my nigga, get hung, high ceiling, my nigga All the macks in they Maybachs, no 550, my nigga They saying Ferg went from "Kissin' Pink" to a Young 50, my nigga I'm in court for your bitch ass, that's real shitty, my nigga I fucked your bitch, nigga, I fucked your bitch I fucked your bitch, nigga, I fucked your bitch She sucked my dick, nigga, she sucked my dick She sucked my dick, nigga, she sucked my dick Ride around town with about 100 niggas When you see me come around, don't try to run up on a nigga Four pound lay 'em down, now you six feet under, nigga If you feel some type of way, let me see you dump nigga Dump Dump With about 100 niggas Don't try to run up on a nigga Now you six feet under, nigga Let me see you dump nigga With about 100 niggas Don't try to run up on a nigga Now you six feet under, nigga Let me see you dump nigga

A$AP Ferg

Let It Go

Let It Go by A$AP Ferg

97 ContributorsLet It Go Lyrics Trap Lord season begins, now repent your sins This Yamborghini on the motherfuckin' check-in You know I had to hang glide through for this one and all that You know, we at the all-star game right now, eyes closed (Swish) Shootin' fadeaways from half-court (Elbow in the rim and all that) Tomahawk jams (Y'all still in the D-League doing, uhh, layup drills) Ya heard? Ya feel me? Kill a motherfucka with the Magnum .44 Find a chump slumped, nigga, magnum on the road Body full of bullets when they found him on the road Lay a fucker down, spray it at him then reload This that Fergenstein and I be down to let it go Semi or the tech, spray it at him then reload This that Fergenstein and I be down to let it go Semi or the tech, spray it at him then reload (Fergie!) Ride Maybachs like Ross (Huh), 550 Benz, four doors (Doors) Praying for my niggas, they lost (Lost) Dying no thing, they wolves (They wolves) Riding on a gang that floss (Floss) Multiplyin' by the gang that bucks (Bucks) Pull a 9 on anything we spark (Spark) Ménage ain't a thing, they whores (Whores) Pussy so good, need more (More) Let me get in those drawers (Drawers) 5-0 in the corner store, he heard all them claps with a round of applause Spit at your back and you lie on the floor Rat-a-tat-tat and you gon' see the Lord Bitch like horse, X In her pores Want more sex, all in her jaws Molly! You might also like Kill a motherfucka with the Magnum .44 Find a chump slumped, nigga, magnum on the road Body full of bullets when they found him on the road Lay a fucker down, spray it at him then reload This that Fergenstein and I be down to let it go Semi or the tech, spray it at him then reload This that Fergenstein and I be down to let it go Semi or the tech, spray it at him then reload (Fergie!) I'm grippin' the Mac and you under attack Spit at your back and you taking a nap No heart a be pumping, your body relaxed You talk to me dumb and that's how I react One arm in the air like I'm waving a cab The 9 is a bitch and she making it clap I'm palming a 5th like I'm giving a dap Be ready to scrap when you talk to the Trap (My condolences) You are now talking to a boss, Lou Bang still ride in the Porsche Two thou' for the grill they cost, white gold teeth, no floss Young Trap Lord like Doss, two bitches in the crib, no drawers She rocking the mic with her jaws, I call that bitch Nicki Minaj She pop one pill no cough, when shit get real she spark Givenchy my bitches bought, smoke that life 'til you niggas see God Getting head in the foreign cars, get the head from the foreign broads Hasta la vista, señor, pussy ass niggas a see Allah (Fergie!) Kill a motherfucka with the Magnum .44 Find a chump slumped, nigga, magnum on the road Body full of bullets when they found him on the road Lay a fucker down, spray it at him then reload This that Fergenstein and I be down to let it go Semi or the tech, spray it at him then reload This that Fergenstein and I be down to let it go Semi or the tech, spray it at him then reload (Fergie!) So it's like, "Fuckin' Problems," platinum (Bling, bling) LongLiveA$AP number one album in the country (Bling blaow) Sold out tours, what's next? Trap Lord Let these motherfuckers have it, let 'em know we not playing this year The limb's never been so relaxed, ever, heheh It's lonely at the top; all this shrimp, nobody to share it with We ain't trippin' though, heheheheh Y'all walkin' 'round with wrinkled silks, looking crazy, nah mean? Pay your dry-cleaning bill and all that (pay that, pay that) Cause it's like, it ain't even a competition no more, hahahahahah

A$AP Ferg

Hood Pope

Hood Pope by A$AP Ferg

58 ContributorsHood Pope Lyrics Ohh, let me sing my song If you feel this shit, mothafucka sing along Ohh, this the Hood Pope Chain hang low, red rubies and the gold Ohh, young Trap Lord Feel your pain, I be down for my people Ohh, drinking Jesus juice Jeans hang low, rare rubies and the gold And we sip, cause we hurting Pull a chrome fifth when they murk them Then murk off in Excursion All cause a nigga be lurking Big money shit we earning A bunch of hooligans need churching I'm the Hood Pope, these my children And I'll be their Donnie McClurkin Gold teeth when I'm smirking Bunch of little kids running 'round need nurturing Lord know that I ain't really perfect All of these clowns run around this circus Lord please, what is my purpose Besides fucking these Persians? Popping these bottles and popping these models Please tell me where is the Sherman And I'm smoking my weed, put me in my zone Demons chasing me, cause they want my dome And I carry the heat, and I sleep with the chrome Cause I'm in some beef, and they want my dome You might also like Ohh, let me sing my song If you feel this shit, mothafucka sing along Ohh, this the Hood Pope Chain hang low, red rubies and the gold Ohh, young Trap Lord Feel your pain, I be down for my people Ohh, drinking Jesus juice Jeans hang low, rare rubies and the gold God say "Son, you don't wanna go down" Now you praying in that trap when you hear that gun sound God say: "Son, you don't wanna go down" Now you praying in that trap when you hear that gun sound God say: "Son, you don't wanna go down" Now you praying in that trap when you hear that gun sound God say: "Son, you don't wanna go down" Now you praying in that trap when you hear that gun sound And they told you, told you time again That ain't you gon' find your friends You talking about you riding with them And fighting with them, those ain't your friends You dying, lying on cement, momma be crying "Don't take him! Gotta be trying but he sin, I promise he won't, ever again God, he was a little child, he was a good kid for a while He found the streets and then it got wild; God, I promise, never again God, he is my only child, please awake him so he smiles" But all she hear is lonely sounds, now he won't talk ever again Ohh, let me sing my song If you feel this shit, mothafucka sing along Ohh, this the Hood Pope Chain hang low, red rubies and the gold Ohh, young Trap Lord Feel your pain, I be down for my people Ohh, drinking Jesus juice Jeans hang low, rare rubies and the gold

A$AP Ferg

Lord

Lord by A$AP Ferg (Ft. Bone Thugs-N-Harmony)

98 ContributorsLord Lyrics I ain't never had shit Not a pot to piss, window to throw it out of Sherm got me high, get your ass in the shower Took one pull, shit, told her it wasn't sour Hit a double drum chant getting louder Chant getting louder (Louder) Mulan bitch wanna fuck for an hour Start sucking dick, bitch, enough of the powder Come fuck with this bougie nigga Come fuck with this bougie nigga High fashion, Ksubi nigga You fuck with them booty niggas 'Cause you fuck with them booty niggas Now Fergie all up in your groupie, nigga Reincarnation of Master Fard Elijah Muhammad reside in my heart Diss and I'll blow, and shouts from Allah Knowledge was born with science, young lord Tripping yourself is no valish, young lord Study your scriptures and follow your God Life in the trap I know times will get hard I'll pick up your life, just abide by the Lord You might also like Abide by the Lord Abide by the Lord Abide by the Lord (Alright!) You 'bout to get it from a general, I don't know if they can hear me though Don’t you niggas ever bother tryna see me, I'm a criminal Oh Lord, once he's in the sight of a scope I'ma let them have it when I sever Damn, he wants to make me set it off I'ma bury you motherfuckers without a coffin Never taking no shorts, we never taking no losses When you're dealing with my crew, A$AP, Bone, yeah, we bosses Anybody with a bone to pick Now when I level my charge, I'm damn sure to make it stick You must be looking to suffer, well I'ma make it quick Gotta train load of 'ish that’ll make ya sick I'm here to wipe 'em out quicker than a pandemic Bone came original, not a gimmick, can you dig it? Hell yeah they can dig it while I'm sitting on my throne Steady laughing at you niggas trying to get it (Get it, get it) Man, I'm runnin 'til the end of this and I don't give a fuck if I was 86'd A muthafucka play me like I'm Canibus I'm ready for the battle like I'm takin' Diz I'm never gonna take it in and nobody can break it in As-salamu alaykum for the bacon and a little bit of coke I put the cake in and it's certified dope Having anything to do with it, we selling every rock that they can smoke So take a toke and I'ma rake it in, Pillsbury the dough To the dome like I'm seeking through the soul Like I'm peeking through the soul But I'm reekin like our reefer, rather keep up with her, go straight to the dro Creeping on 'em, peeping on 'em, leave 'em in the zone They don't even really know Looking on 'em, keeping on 'em, taking every foe For the love of the money, I gotta reap in what I sow But I keep it what I know for the ending of the row, gotta go, will I go? When I get it I'ma know to follow my known foe Know Cali and know Coe, my caliber lock and load Alabaster box when I cock and I crow Got a Glock and I'm Bone Thug, where you wanna flow? To the clock and the time zone Spirit gon' fly, all y'all niggas dead to the life force cyclones Right now when they hydro What about the well known Cairo? Got 'em stuck in the grave I'm on the grind full time, never rest to get paid A little hustling mothafucka put the brush to the face I cut the braids, hit the stage, now they looking amazed I went from cooking the yay to hundred thousand dollar shows Got a booking today and I'ma split it with my bros Gotta get it how we go, come meet me with the pros No, I'm never gonna fold, watch the bank account grow If it ain't about dough, then it ain't about jack And I'ma take it like I want it, I ain't giving it back I get us in with a stack and then I get on attack I'm like the Tasmanian Devil, nigga bigger than Shaq Call the reaper, get the shovel, I'm a certified rebel In a league of my own and that's a whole nother level Nothing's free, I never settle, keep the pedal to the metal When them haters in my rearview, hello, hello Burn! Baby, let it burn, now it's my turn I get in a nigga's system like a hundred vials of sherm And then I kill 'em with two thousand words in two minutes You never heard another nigga spit it like my niggas Yeah, but you heard 'em try to get it but they couldn’t get it quicker than the realest Man, they thinking they can deal with this and knock me out my rhythm But I’m never gonna be the fuckin' victim 'Cause I’d rather be the suspect, haven't I given them enough yet? Can't they understand they ain't dealing with a punk bitch? One quick move and it's murder And I'ma serve a nigga exactly what he deserving A$AP, but wait a minute I'm prolly one of the sickest niggas that ever did it, I'm in it 'cause I'ma win it I'ma mothafuckin' lyrical tyrant, pivotal giant of this shit And I do way more than just twist the words You better listen and observe how I rip the verb Niggas get the nerve to run up on me but my shit's superb I’ll probably hit a nigga once 'fore he hit the curb So get at me, I'm kinda trigger happy When it come to shootin' my gift, I'm like a .44 magnum, stag one Backin' em up, body bag full of niggas' wack raps That’s wack so I'm stacking em up Kray Jack in the cut, still got a little bit of murder for 'em Murderous poet, I create a bloody murder poem So when they run up on me, nigga, be ready to show em Redrum, redrum, redrum, redrum, rum rum rum rum Yo, before this project We’d like to thank the Most High On behalf of the A$AP Mob, Bone Thug and all in attendance Knowing that all things belong to those For the cleanliness and the power, the first in the nation To prove who they are Through infinity, through eternity, through time span Standing, one man, if you hold my hand, hold my hand (Make sure it's a hand) With all things around me, I will never win I won’t win with angels, I won’t win with the brothers I won’t win with Rome, I won’t win with Sodom and Egypt (I keep a corpse close to my home) Let us roll, tell them why we did what we did, if we did In Jesus name, Amen

A$AP Ferg

Persian Wine

Persian Wine by A$AP Ferg

52 ContributorsPersian Wine Lyrics Gentle Jesus, meek and mild Look upon his little child Pity my simplicity Allow me to come to thee Lord Jesus forgive me for my sins Make sure that you take care of my family, my mom God bless my dad Look over me and my niggas, Amen A$AP murder clan, ride with the mob Twinkle in the eye 'cause you ridin' with a star Rebel all black and we dyin' for the cause Keep your hands down when you talkin' to a boss See Lou Banga ridin' in a Porsche Bet that nigga teeth look better than yours All gold slugs and I don't need to floss Young Trap Lord, might die on a cross Gold link chain swing down to my balls Bout to rule the world, gettin' signs from the Lord Lord say "Ferg, damn you my boy Wanna be on top? Nigga, it's your choice" I don't give a fuck, I'ma ride with my niggas Right on the block, gettin' high with my niggas High to the sky, puff lye with my niggas Drunk drive with my niggas, I'ma die for my niggas, uh You might also like I'ma ride for my niggas Tote crime for my niggas Pull a .9 for my niggas Drunk drive with my niggas Get high with my niggas, uh Provide for my niggas Get high with my niggas Puff loud with my niggas To the sky with my niggas I'ma die for my niggas I'ma ride for my niggas Tote crime for my niggas Pull a .9 for my niggas Drunk drive with my niggas Get high with my niggas, uh Provide for my niggas Get high with my niggas Puff loud with my niggas To the sky with my niggas I'ma die for my niggas Get in your skin, like a dermatologist Bunch of dirty niggas who ain't never been to colleges Fuck your hypothesis, I be on that rider shit Bang him over the head, I bet that shit'll silence him Margiela stallion, bitches be Italian God pray for me, I know my daddy smiling and I'm gon' make you proud, save me a cloud and when I make it to heaven you'll be by my side again Bless all my violent friends, they don't know right All they know struggle pain all of their life Washing down pain with that purple and Sprite Murder death kill nigga fuck your side Uh, cause D Ferg got the fuckin' toast Uh, cause A$AP fuckin' do the most Uh, with the .9 in my 40 Belows Ridin' to the club with a snub nose I'ma ride for my niggas Tote crime for my niggas Pull a .9 for my niggas Drunk drive with my niggas Get high with my niggas, uh Provide for my niggas Get high with my niggas Puff loud with my niggas To the sky with my niggas I'ma die for my niggas I'ma ride for my niggas Tote crime for my niggas Pull a .9 for my niggas Drunk drive with my niggas Get high with my niggas, uh Provide for my niggas Get high with my niggas Puff loud with my niggas To the sky with my niggas I'ma die for my niggas Our Father who art is in heaven, hallowed be thy name. A$AP. Thy kingdom come, thy will be done on Earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread and forgive us our trespasses as we forgive them that trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil for thine is the kingdom, the power, and the glory

A$AP Ferg

Murda Something

Murda Something by A$AP Ferg (Ft. Waka Flocka Flame)

58 ContributorsMurda Something Lyrics A$AP Ferg, Waka Flocka (Alright!) Ferg, Flocka! Some say I'm possessed, that's why Christ on my chest I'm from the Southside so I throw up the S Disrespect, I lay you to rest Boy you ass, you softer than breast Bloody murder, I lay you to rest Aim for the head ain't no need for a vest Can't nothing protect you from this tec Street educated, no use for G-Tech Niggas be talking but really don't want it Put shells in your stomach, like pussy, you wet Flocka like Rambo, I stay with the ammo Test me, that's a gamble like Russian Roulette I stay with them commas, I been through the drama You going to war, you better invest Fuck is a K? I ain't impressed Got thousands of shooters I pay just to flex Niggas say I'm real, bitches say I'm hot Disrespect the Mob or Squad, then you gettin' shot We don't dial 9-1-1, we don't fuck with cops 1-8-7 to the fuckin' ops Ain't afraid to murda something, ain't afraid to murda something Ain't afraid to murda something, ain't afraid to murda something Ain't afraid to murda something, ain't afraid to murda something Ain't afraid to murda something, ain't afraid to murda something You might also like Ain't afraid to murda something Put 'em in a hearse or something I'm thinking you niggas is sweet Like a Starburst or something Get 'em a purse or something Might get 'em in church or something We heard the deacon speaking I'm Donnie McClurkin frontin' I smell pussy, them niggas hurt your cousin All my people say "Stomp!" like I'm Kirk or something Put 'em in the dirt like "Work" or something He get on my nerves so fuck him You turn ass like Tahiry when I pressed your buttons And that was no diss, niggas quick for discussion Y'all quick for the tweeting, y'all quick to be tumbling How about a Vine, two clips to your spine And Instagram pics of me dumping I'm feeling your bitch so I'm fucking I skeet-skeet like it's nothing Niggas say I'm real, bitches say I'm hot Disrespect the Mob or Squad, then you gettin' shot We don't dial 9-1-1, we don't fuck with cops 1-8-7 to the fuckin' ops Ain't afraid to murda something, ain't afraid to murda something Ain't afraid to murda something, ain't afraid to murda something Ain't afraid to murda something, ain't afraid to murda something Ain't afraid to murda something, ain't afraid to murda something It's a homicide, a bloody murder All my niggas down to murder I'm finna get buck and start bringing the burner Now I'm beating that ass like Ike did Turner You sit in a box, you sleep in a hearse Wherever you from, that's my turf Fergie Ferg and I'm putting in work Young Flocka Flame gon' put 'em in the dirt Sipping on the Henny and a nigga go berserk Couple bitches gave me brain, then I skeet on they skirt Yeah Ferg, you nasty Pay attention, focus on what we came for Got the drop on a nigga, got the info Soon as I hop out then go click-clack, then go bang Niggas say I'm real, bitches say I'm hot Disrespect the Mob or Squad, then you gettin' shot We don't dial 9-1-1, we don't fuck with cops 1-8-7 to the fuckin' ops Ain't afraid to murda something, ain't afraid to murda something Ain't afraid to murda something, ain't afraid to murda something Ain't afraid to murda something, ain't afraid to murda something Ain't afraid to murda something, ain't afraid to murda something

A$AP Ferg

Shabba REMIX

Shabba REMIX by A$AP Ferg (Ft. Busta Rhymes, Migos & Shabba Ranks)

Shabba! Him deh yah (Yeah, first) S and a H and a A, double-B and a A, R-A-N-K-S Always the best (A$AP Mob, fly the flag) A$AP Mob (Always), do the job, fly the flag (Yeah, fly the flag) Lawd ah mercy (Lawd ah mercy), people Say my name a likkle louder (Yah) Holla out mi name mek I rip up the crowd ah Say it 3 times if a me unu proud ah Shabba! Shabba! Shabba! Oh man, say it a likkle likkle louder (Yeah) Holla out mi name mek I rip up the crowd ah Say it 3 times if a me unu proud ah Shabba! Sha-Shabba! Shabba! Hey, holla out mi name, jump to mi name (Shabba, Shabba, Shabba) Call out mi name, bawl out mi name (Shabba, Shabba) Nah stop until it reach hall of fame (Shabba) Seh yuh body waan Shabba know de same (Work) People, holla out mi name, jump to mi name (Shabba, Shabba, Shabba) Call out mi name, bawl out mi name Nah stop until it reach hall of fame Anytime mi spit, mi spit flame Ah me dem in need of, true crowd pleaser Turn non-believer, inna believer Come crowd a people follow di procedure Mi no Rakim but "Follow The Leader" Head ah go jump off ah fool dem shoulder Chop off dem head with mi cleaver (Sha) From Jamaica right back to Geneva (Geneva) Shabba Ranking ah true crowd pleaser You might also like Sha-Shabba Ranks (Act work), Sha-Sha-Shabba Ranks (A$AP Mob) Eight gold rings like I'm Sha-Shabba Ranks (Shabba!) Four gold chains like I'm Sha-Shabba Ranks (Yeah) One gold tooth like I'm... (Juh, juh, juh, ah!) Who that stocky nigga with the grills? Trap Lord you're so trill I could get a new Bugatti but a nigga rather chill Rather sit up on the block and stack it 'til I get a mill' What about them old bitches who ain't wanna give me feel? Now they want a make it Gucci cause a nigga got a deal Rather double up and strap and hit a booty in Brazil I hit Punta Cana when shit gets so real (Juh, juh, juh) (Alright!) Two bad bitches in my vehicle Yellow hood rats like Pikachu (Yeah) Hit it from the back got 'em screaming like "ahh!" like Yeezus do (Alright!) Bringing rappers from the dead like Jesus do Can't call them bone thugs cause they eating dude (Yeah) I bust-a-rhyme and flip-mode, speak the flu Nigga Ya Ya Ya, eat ya crew Butter pecan, Puerto Rican, be freakin' the deacon' A hood pope get good throat, I'm skeetin' the sheets She feelin' my team, I asked her if she feelin' The Weeknd Cause a nigga like she give head while you're singin' (Hmm) I'ma get the bread while I'm breathin' I'm the rookie of the year and you better believe it (Yeah) I be barkin' like a Que like I'm very collegiate! (Juh, juh, juh!) Like I'm Pedigree eatin' Meetin' up the plug at a QuikTrip (QuikTrip) Young nigga had to make that money back flip (Prr) I'm trappin' with accuracy (Accuracy) Gold on my toilet like Master P (Shine) Lil' mama, she drunk off a daiquiri (Ah) Shabba Ranks, my pinky finger, please (Shabba!) You mad cause you workin' at Mickey D's (Jah!) Young nigga, I'm flexin' like Hercules (Flex, flex!) You can take her to the movie and go watch a film (Watch a film) A$AP Ferg, front me a pelican Lean, lean, lean, that's my medicine Quavo, old money, Sega Genesis Takeoff got ten gold rings, bling, bling, bling (Bling) For tryna take my rings, gun go bang (Pwf) Cashed out on the jeweler, ching Got 'em feelin' like Martin Luther King, I had a dream (Had a dream) Actavis, I only sip And begin with a beam by extending my clip If I see the police, grab my chips and I dip Snapping my fingers, we fillin' arenas (Shabba) I flip up the Hannah Montana in real (Rawf) I feel like that Keyshia Ka'oir That double AK-47's, they aim at your lip Versace, Givenchy, this shit is ridiculous Shabba! Look, nigga, get it straight, you could never fuck with my clique, boy Aww shit, quick, hit you with the dropkick jaw (Ah!) Bone break, you can see the way the clock tick, tock, tick Funny all these niggas stop, bitch boy (Ah) Bust' Rhymes back up in the cockpit, spit toxic, always givin' niggas hot shit, boy (Juh) Niggas see me shinin' 'til he's sick, sick, sick Any bitch really want Islam dick, boy So much jewelry, nigga lookin' priceless out here A lot of rappin' niggas lookin' lifeless out here Kill 'em 'til they say a nigga triflin' out here And you can let 'em talk, you know who the nicest out here Vroom, vroom, vroom! Bite dust pussy Better get low when you hear de shot buss, pussy Every time I come here, know I body niggas fully (Huh) Godfather with it while I murder little rookie And I'm bigger than your shorty though her pussy kinda bushy (Oh, oh!) Fuckin' on the low, Versace logo on the hoodie (Yes) Airhorn blow, my nigga, bwam bwam bwam Let it go, you already know what's really goodie (Goodie, goodie) Killin' shit like I'm some kind of cancer Bag your bitch, now she my private dancer I don't understand why niggas feel like they have to ask who the god is When you know what's the answer Chokehold shit 'til they be callin' me strangler (Yeah) Hundred million dollars, safe behind the plasma (Okey, okey, okey) Proper with it, 'til he spread the propaganda And when I TEC talk, can we pop your man up On my Sha-Shabba Ranks (Oh!), on my Sha-Shabba Ranks, nigga Gettin' so much money, it's like I just robbed a bank, nigga Sha-Shabba Ranks, Sha-Sha-Shabba Ranks (Ah) Eight gold rings like I'm Sha-Shabba Ranks (Yeh) Four gold chains like I'm Sha-Shabba Ranks (Ah) One gold tooth like I'm Sha-Shabba Ranks (Juh-juh) Sha-Shabba Ranks, Sha-Sha-Shabba Ranks (Damn, damn!) Eight gold rings like I'm Sha-Shabba Ranks Two bad bitches like I'm Sha-Shabba Ranks One gold tooth like I'm Sha-Shabba Ranks (Shabba Ranks, Shabba Ranks, Shabba Ranks) Shabba Ranks (Shabba Ranks, Shabba Ranks, Shabba Ranks) Sha-Shabba Ranks (Shabba Ranks, Shabba Ranks, Shabba Ranks) Shabba Ranks (Shabba Ranks, Shabba Ranks, Shabba Ranks) (Damn, damn!) Sha-Shabba Ranks

A$AP Ferg

Move Ya Hips

Move Ya Hips by A$AP Ferg (Ft. MadeinTYO & Nicki Minaj)

69 ContributorsTranslationsРусскийPortuguêsMove Ya Hips Lyrics It's that time again Frankie motherfuckin' P Fergie, come out and play Move your hips, okay When I be leavin', she tell me to stay (Ooh) Move your hips, okay When I be leavin', she tell me to stay (Skrrt) Move your hips, okay When I be leavin', she tell me to stay (Ooh) Move your hips, okay When I be leavin', she tell me to stay (Yeah, yeah, yeah, go) Diamonds all on my gums (Gums, yeah) Talkin' my shit, I got runs (Got runs) Hole in my jeans like I'm Grunge (Grunge) Fuckin' that bitch in the buns (Buns) She suck on my dick 'til it's numb (Yeah, numb) Pockets is fat like The Klumps (Klumps) Rappers is lookin' like lunch (Yum) I'm makin' a meal when I munch, woo (Let's go, woo) Move your hips, okay When I be leaving she tell me to stay, ooh (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Got a new loft in Harlem No, Fergie ain't move to LA, woo (Ferg) Burberry on my collar, ooh Diamonds, they sit in my face, woo (Ah) You don't want no problems, ooh Frankie P set 'em ablaze, ooh (Ah) You might also like Move your hips, okay When I be leavin', she tell me to stay (Ooh) Move your hips, okay When I be leavin', she tell me to stay (Skrrt) Move your hips, okay When I be leavin', she tell me to stay (Ooh) Move your hips, okay When I be leavin', she tell me to stay (Yeah, yeah, yeah, go) All of you bitches is food If you the opps, you gon' be singin' the blues Feelin' like Bishop in Juice Word to my dude, this Jimmy Choo on my shoes All of my niggas is makks This is a fact, this ain't no cap app All of my bitches is bad, word to my dad They know we get to the bag Move my hips, okay Tell him to go, then I tell him to stay, hey Baby, it's okay I have been havin' one hell of a day, yay Saint Laurent all on my shades Then I pull up in a cherry Mercedes, yay Strawberry shortcake hair Chinese bangs with my two braids, ayy Straight from outta Queens, headed to Harlem now I got the panda mink on and it's growlin' now Already bodied "Plain Jane" and we mobbin' now That's 'cause all these fake niggas try to rob my style Yo, these bitches really be slow, tell 'em I'm Billy the G.O.A.T. I'm gettin' that dough, my neck and my wrist really glow My model bitch all up in Vogue All up in Vogue, pardon my Versace robe Streak in my hair like I'm Rogue Nigga, you know, you better not tip on your toes They grippin' the 40 below (Ah) Move your hips, okay When I be leavin', she tell me to stay (Ooh) Move your hips, okay When I be leavin', she tell me to stay (Skrrt) Move your hips, okay When I be leavin', she tell me to stay (Ooh) Move your hips, okay When I be leavin', she tell me to stay (Yeah, yeah, yeah, go)

A$AP Ferg

Dreams, Fairytales, Fantasies

Dreams, Fairytales, Fantasies by A$AP Ferg (Ft. Brent Faiyaz & Salaam Remi)

52 ContributorsDreams, Fairytales, Fantasies Lyrics Yeah, ah I call you gata‚ 'cause you's a wild cat You leave me with a big neck scratch when I hit it from the back Pillow under your stomach‚ you like it like that They catch you half-sleep so you can't fight that We go for hours‚ fuck in the shower, pussy devour Foreplay in the kitchen, bend it over the counter (Mm) You taste like candy‚ I eat it like Sour Power You be likin' it rough, your body soft as a flower (Yeah) And when we finish, you be holding me (Yeah) Got your head on my chest‚ you consoling me (Yeah) Quick to close the blinds when I'm hitting that But I'm hoping you leave it open, so they know it's me (Damn) From the beginning, you said it was mine And I can tell the way you said it that you weren't lying You see me text her (Yeah) like, "Baby, you fine" And I can still feel the tingle up and down my spine I'm in a dream, fairy tale, fantasy when you're around me (Ooh) I must be losing my mind Dream, fairy tale, fantasy when you're around me (Ooh) I must be losing my mind You might also like You know you belong to me You can bring your whole squad plus three You don't like to get told what to do But you like it when I put you on a leash All fours for me, on the floor for me Have you scratching walls, parkour for me And every night, I'll hit it right I'ma bring you on tour with me (Yeah) You the one for me And even if you're wrong for me It's a good mistake, even when I'm wide awake I'm in a dream, fairy tale, fantasy when you're around me (Ooh) I must be losing my mind Dream, fairy tale, fantasy when you're around me (Ooh) I must be losing my mind Uh, oh, this song feel like new pussy, makin' it gushy Heartthrob of the projects, spandex and a hoodie Timbos and your baby father was a bimbo (Yeah) Heads know, rather be bothered with all of them hoes We could fly to Jamaica, fuck all the haters I take you out of the projects, mansions with elevators We can drive and hit the city in Lambo Then lay down on the beach and watch the sand blow Have you ever spent money without a worry? Shopped 'til we dropped, Celine bags and Burberry Bathin' suits, Chanel boots for dinner time Baby, we looking good, so you know we finna shine Then hop back in the villa to get up in her Fireplace when it's winter, we fuckin' on the chinchilla You fuckin' with a winner, the heavy spender You know it's me, I'm tryna bring out the freak in you like Jodeci I'm in a dream, fairytale, fantasy when you're around me (Ooh) I must be losing my mind Dream, fairy tale, fantasy when you're around me (Ooh) I must be losing my mind (Ooh) Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

A$AP Ferg

Fergivicious

Fergivicious by A$AP Ferg

61 ContributorsFergivicious Lyrics Yeah, a lot of you people look at me like "Who the fuck this nigga think he is?" Lord Ferg the Second, the Fergenstein All the trap lordians stand up, yeah Hi! I'm Fergivicious To a bunch of bitches, man, I'm Fergielicious Riding with a bunch of little trap villains Turn it up, leave yo ass on the ceiling Fuck your opinion nigga, I be killing Hippy white bitch on the penicilling Getting all the bad bitches I been feeling Think a nigga trapping? Yeah, I'm drug dealing Hit her with the crack pipe get her lifted Take a little sip-sip of my drip-drip Fuck a little trill bitch 'til my dick limp I love the way you lick-lick on my dick tip Riding in the Bentley, you in a Civic Fuck your main broad 'til she on my friend's dick 4-5-6, yeah, my niggas tripping Shout out to the max and my niggas' Cripping A$AP Q, yeah, my nigga cripping Marty Baller macking, yeah, he Blood dripping 5 point star for a thug nigga 'bout 2 keys for the snow sniffing White gold teeth cause a nigga don't sleep Nightmares of being broke cause I'm seeing no cheese Bitch coming at me cause I'm dropping no fees She can get up on a nigga for about a couple G's You might also like All I know is pain Surviving on my own All I know is pain Surviving on my own All I know is pain Surviving on my own All I know is pain Surviving on my own All I know is pain Surviving on my own All I know is pain Surviving on my own All I know is pain Surviving on my own All I know is pain Surviving on my own Hey, Joyde! Hi, twin! Thinking 'bout my goddamn father again Why he couldn't see a nigga in Medusa lens Why he couldn't see a nigga cop his first Benz Why he couldn't see a nigga pop his first band Only bitches love me tryna get up in my pants Riding in a limo with a bunch of fake friends Who be only around me cause I make ends I feel the pain for my bro cause his dad died My daddy gone too, my nigga, that's life But them niggas did it up in they past lives Moët with Crystal nigga, that's right Bet them niggas dressed up in them white suits Rhythm and the blues in a white coupe Spit it through a cloud with a nice boo Daddy, Anna-Nicole probably like you Ahh, I'm so vicious Riding in a coup with a bunch of killas Are you gangbanging, man? I couldn't see it Like twisting up your fingers in a pair of mittens Put 'em in the water with a bunch of fishes Watch a frog leap were his fucking chin is Are you Popeye? Eat your fucking spinach Bunch of young Trap Lords and we down for sinning A$AP Soul, that's my fucking nigga Young Tarzan, that's my little nigga Crawling in them bitches like a caterpillar The bitch can't be all in my Hilfiger Flacko Jodye, he a trill nigga Twelv' the good goon be that real nigga Nasty Baby want to kill a nigga All us together the illest niggas All I know is pain Surviving on my own All I know is pain Surviving on my own All I know is pain Surviving on my own All I know is pain Surviving on my own All I know is pain Surviving on my own All I know is pain Surviving on my own All I know is pain Surviving on my own All I know is pain Surviving on my own

A$AP Ferg

Mattress REMIX

Mattress REMIX by A$AP Ferg (Ft. A$AP Rocky, Famous Dex, Playboi Carti & Rich The Kid)

77 ContributorsMattress REMIX Lyrics Mattress, mattress, mattress (Uh) Mattress, mattress, mattress, mattress (Uh) Mattress, mattress, mattress (Alright) Came a long way from the mattress (Yeah) Boy, I used to jump on the mattress (Hey, yeah) And I used to hump on the mattress (Yeah) My grandma kept the gun in the mattress (Hey, right) My uncle kept O's in the mattress (Yeah) Flippin' the work like gymnastics (Hoo, yeah) Pitchin' the crack, it do backflips (Hoo) Po-po was flipping the mattress (Hoo, yeah) Psycho gun in the mattress (Right) Grandma pass it and he blast it (Right) I came on your bitch, I'm a savage (Right) She stretchin' my dick like elastic (Alright) She made it disappear like magic (Alright) Bed bugs crept in the mattress (Yeah) Came a long way from the mattress Used to lay on a rug like Aladdin (Yeah, hoo) Yeah, huh, now I'm like King Tut (Tut) You cuffin' that bitch but she smuttin' (Yeah) She fucked the whole block, I ain't bluffin' (That's right) Trap Lord meaner than a mug (Mug) Wake the niggas up like Folgers in a cup Tec go buh-buh Don't ever let it get fucked up You might also like Came a long way from the mattress (Yeah) Boy, I used to jump on the mattress (Hey, right) And I used to hump on the mattress (Right) My grandma kept the gun in the mattress (Alright) My uncle kept O's in the mattress (Yeah) Flippin' the work like gymnastics (Hey, right) Pitchin' the crack, it do backflips (Right) Po-po was flipping the mattress (Oh) Did backflips on the mattress Did mad shit on the mattress Where the magic happens? On the mattress Two ratchet fat chicks on the mattress (Woo) A nigga stashed G's in the mattress (Woo) Fuckin' all they bitches on the mattress (Uhh) Bendin' all these bitches over backwards (Yeah) LSD and the acid (Yeah) Wrote mad rhymes on the mattress (Right) Fuck mad times on the mattress (Right) Only thing in my Margina mattress (Right) Cause I came mad times on the mattress (Right, woo) King size bed full of ashes (Alright) She smoke on my dick and don't pass it (Right) I fuck mad dimes on my mattress (Hoo) Yeah I fuck mad dimes on my mattress (Woo) Ass fat but her titty plastic (Yeah) What can I say, man? I'm a jiggy bastard (Hey) Pretty motherfucker, I think I should join a pageant (Yeah) For the salad, put a hole in his cabbage (That's right) Niggarace, new Versace 'Preme or the Palace (Buh) Fuckin' models, Flacko always schemin' on the talent (Buh) Cover of your favorite magazine and I'm stylin' (Buh) Fuck a horse-face bitch, but her body like a stallion (Fucked Up) She swing on my dick like she Tarzan Call me Coach Cartier cause I'm ballin' My stones look deformed like retarded What's the name? Those Balmain? How you call it? She suck on my dick while I'm yawnin' (Alright) She missin' the D, now she moanin' (Yeah) Her ass fatter than Action Bronson (pause) She top me like top of the mornin' Niggarace told me to, oh shit (Uh, right) Niggarace told me, give me Rocky (Uh) Cause you know it's Flacko Jodye, icy papi (Yeah) While you watchin', copy, niggas copy copy I ride down, sloppy toppy (Alright) When she love a nigga mane, we them niggas now (Uh) International, had em going wild (Yeah) Trap jumpin' nigga, block bumpin' nigga (Uh) Came a long way from the mattress (Yeah) Boy, I used to jump on the mattress (Hey, right) And I used to hump on the mattress (Right) My grandma kept the gun in the mattress (Alright) My uncle kept O's in the mattress (Yeah) Flippin' the work like gymnastics (Hey, right) Pitchin' the crack, it do backflips (Right) Po-po was flipping the mattress (Oh) Big bankroll in the mattress (It is) Bitch bad, make it do a backflip (Bitch) I fuck that bitch, make her hair twist (A-what) Hunnid band cash in the mattress (What) Wait, momma said, "Boy, fix that mattress" (Uh, mama) Rich nigga, they gon' put me on the Forbes list (Rich) I get that money, ain't boring (What) I'mma fuck her on the couch while you snorin' (What) Wait, I get that money, what happened? Run up on me, choppa flip 'em like mattress My bitch fuck her on the cabinet She can get a mattress, I just shook a bitch, what happened? Huh, sorry, you lackin' Bust in her mouth like a napkin and she callin' me captain (Dexter) Off-White be the jacket (It is) Fifty-thousand on the backend (Yeah) I fuck that bitch on the mattress (Brr) She suck my dick on the mattress (Brr) All of my bitches the baddest (Yeah, bad, bad, bad) I walk in that bitch and the cameras they flashing I heard you just walked in with catfish, what? All of my bitches look- ayy All of your bitches look average I fuck that bitch on the mattress (Wha) I got the Glock in the mattress (Yuh) I got the guap on the mattress (Wha) What, what, what Came a long way from the mattress (Came a long way from the mattress) Came a long way from the mattress (Came a long way from the mattress) Came a long way from the mattress (Came a long way from the mattress) Came a long way from the mattress Came a long way from the mattress (Yeah) Boy, I used to jump on the mattress (Hey, right) And I used to hump on the mattress (Right) My grandma kept the gun in the mattress (Alright) My uncle kept O's in the mattress (Yeah) Flippin' the work like gymnastics (Hey, right) Pitchin' the crack, it do backflips (Right) Po-po was flipping the mattress (Oh)

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What Do You Do

What Do You Do by A$AP Ferg (Ft. NAV)

67 ContributorsWhat Do You Do Lyrics What do you want? (What do you want?) Cut my grass low, see the snakes, all in my lawn (In my lawn) Tell me what you want (Yeah), got a party inside my trunk (In my trunk) What do you want? (Yeah) All my haters mad that I'm on (I'm on) A$AP with XO, tell me what else do you want? (What do you want?) What do you want? (What?) Is it a car (What do you want?), with the stars? Tell me what you want (What do you want?), what do you want? (What do you want?) What do you want? (What do you want?) XO with A$AP, tell me what else do you want? She lickin' the tip, she put it on her tongue She smokin' my dick, she coughin' up her lung Please don't run, please don't run She open her leg, I eat that thing for lunch I get in her zone, I give her the bone, I tell her, "Let's have fun" A couple of rounds, a five to four to three to two to one They come to my house, they booty bounces like it's three to one Feelin' my touch, fuckin' that bitch and she's lickin' my nuts It's no love, ridin' that coupe 'cause she's fillin' my life Baby, it's my life, snakes in that grass and I tell you no lie-ie-ie You ride or die tonight Don't tell me no lie, look in my eye What do you want? (What do you want?) Cut my grass low, see the snakes, all in my lawn (In my lawn) Tell me what you want (Yeah), got a party inside my trunk (In my trunk) What do you want? (Yeah) All my haters mad that I'm on (I'm on) A$AP with XO, tell me what else do you want? (What do you want?) What do you want? (What?) Is it a car (What do you want?), with the stars? Tell me what you want (What do you want?), what do you want? (What do you want?) What do you want? (What do you want?) XO with A$AP, tell me what else do you want? You might also like Try to diss me and take my lean, you won't go far (Won't go far) Got an ounce and the hammer inside my Goyard (My Goyard) Went from raw papers to smokin' by the jar Just 'cause it's Japanese don't mean that that's a foreign car (That's not a foreign) Growin' up in Southside Rexdale wasn't fun Giuseppe walkin', know some people on the run Shouldn't have a clean record with the shit I've done I won't say shit 'cause I know how to bite my tongue (I won't talk) I flew Frost to L.A. when he landed, get whatever he want (Yeah) I'm smokin' by the pound with him, I'm smokin' by the ton (Yeah) Gave him a diamond chain 'cause I'ma make another one (Yeah) Switch your girl, she saw me in a Ghost, I asked her (Yeah), what she want (Yeah, what she want) Cut my grass low, see the snakes, all in my lawn (In my lawn) Tell me what you want (Yeah), got a party inside my trunk (In my trunk) What do you want? (Yeah) All my haters mad that I'm on (I'm on) A$AP with XO, tell me what else do you want? (What do you want?) What do you want? (What?) Is it a car (What do you want?), with the stars? Tell me what you want (What do you want?), what do you want? (What do you want?) What do you want? (What do you want?) XO with A$AP, tell me what else do you want? (What do you want?)

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Fuck Out My Face

Fuck Out My Face by A$AP Ferg (Ft. A$ton Matthews, B-Real & Onyx)

60 ContributorsFuck Out My Face Lyrics Get the fuck outta my face Get the fuck outta my face Get the fuck out my mothafuckin' face Get the fuck out my mothafuckin' face Get the fuck out my mothafuckin' face Get the fuck out my mothafuckin' face Get the fuck out my mothafuckin' face Get the fuck out my mothafuckin' face Who's Dr. Greenthumb? Anybody seen him? Not another white bitch, time for a re-run Need some green sum, seen some homie Send you a ton but I keep some homie King of Queen, the kind you blaze Whole team on lean on Pisa sway I'm ghetto and the pump got a critter all splattered Have another hit but I want to hit the shatter Dabbing all night really got me faded Take a hit of my shit feel upgraded Twist that shit like your weave got braided Chilling in the palm trees feeling real shaded Pass that shit like a deadly virus She want to hit, that's Miley Cyrus Hit it so hard, my god, she likes this Change that chick's name to Miley Cypress You might also like A$AP Fergie, A$AP Mobbin' Bitches on my ballsack, want a nigga Martian And a Miss America, picking any target Bitch give me long neck like an ostrich Aston Matthews in an Aston Martin Vroom, driving retarded Sipping on that Crissy cause a nigga really ballin' Headed to the telly with a bunch of Kelly Clarksons They love that I'm from Harlem They love to see a broad and Another broad and kiss and massage 'em Give them booty shots might Nicki Minaj 'em Dont let 'em get me hard then Tell they friend give me jaws like a shark fin You'll play Halle Berry in Monster Ball and I'll be Trap Lord Billy Bob Thornton Oh shit, who let these Hulk Hogan hoes in with nose and chest open? That water hose got us sipping, that Molly Maid got us dripping Ok, I get that A$AP, A$AP Take naps from the K clap, I'll bring it where you lay at Gang colder than the face off, you don't want to face that Got these hoes dripping out the Versace, 4-4's keep the 4's off Four boats so the hoes drop and that rose gold keep the dome sloppy Haaan, molly party, molly party Them bitches know it's a molly party Dodging cases cause I'm dropping bodies Number one stunner, camouflage Hummer Nose job, had to paint it white for the summer I'm a hit stick drummer, heavyweight Triple H, Hall of Fame head hunter Minivan gram Van Dam, hand in hand in the Trans-Am Choppas all test tap dance, Hammer Time Ham dance Put that pussy on a handstand Get the fuck out my mothafuckin' face Get the fuck out my mothafuckin' face Get the fuck out my mothafuckin' face Get the fuck out my mothafuckin' face Yeah, better get the fuck out my face with all that Or get a broken beat down with a baseball bat Ferg said call a nigga ASAP back Oh, just looking for his baseball bat I'm a thug with a baseball cap Got a bad bitch slim waist from the back Ass ain't fat but her face all that Oh, she like to fuck in my baseball cap I'm a CB-GB, Crazy Baldhead Grimy Bastard You a BG-GB; Bitch that's Gonna Get Blasted So don't set trip cause I love to trip My niggas trip, acid I don't give a fuck if it's fake or real Those titties coulda been plastic Official Nast', my gang's official Mad faced niggas with anger issues Hundred mad niggas got a gang of pistols, blaow Now, how the fuck can a stranger miss you? My whole set, ganged up Play yourself get ya banged up Suicide, you get hanged up She done fuck the crew, she got ganged up Get the fuck out my mothafuckin' face I'll pull the heat out my mothafuckin' waist Get the fuck out my mothafuckin' face I'll pull the strap out my mothafuckin' waist Get the fuck out my mothafuckin' face Get the fuck out my mothafuckin' face

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Floor Seats

Floor Seats by A$AP Ferg

39 ContributorsFloor Seats Lyrics Coo-coo, damn Floor seats for the Knicks Couple models blow a kiss (Huh) They don't even want a pic Wanna lick up on the (Yeah, yeah) I done made a couple hits Goin' hammer with the Bic (Huh) God handed me the gift Nothin' slammin' for a brick (Yeah, yeah, right) Rollie ain't got a tick (Tick, tick, tick) I attract a lot of ticks (Huh) Gettin' caught up in the mix (Hoo) Hollywood, same chicks (Right) Didn't know that I'd be doing this (Yeah) Went to school for paintin' pics (Huh) Now I paint the bigger pic (Coo-coo) See, I'm really with the shits (Damn) We all grinded for the floor seats Now all of the pretty girls, they know me I'm on a jumbotron, you can't ignore me Just look at my seats, I'm sittin' cozy (That's right) We all grinded for the floor seats (Huh) Now all the pretty girls, they know me (Coo-coo) I'm on a jumbotron, you can't ignore me Just look at my seats, I'm sittin' cozy (Hoo, hoo, hoo, oh) You might also like Tiffany store on Fifth I'm performin' with the glist' (Huh) All the glist' up on the wrist Waterfall, not the drip (Yeah, yeah) Montage with a bitch Massage with her tits (Huh) Hit the 'Gram with a pic Whole computer catch a glitch (Yeah, right) They say I remind 'em of Rich (C'mon) Richard Porter with the chips (Huh) Lookin' like I caught a lick (Woo) You a hater, just admit (Right) You niggas be owin' like Rick (Yeah) I put you on to this shit (Huh) I was born in this shit I'm the don of this shit We all grinded for the floor seats Now all the pretty girls, they know me I'm on a jumbotron, you can't ignore me Just look at my seats, I'm sittin' cozy (That's right) We all grinded for the floor seats (Huh) Now all the pretty girls, they know me (Coo-coo) I'm on a jumbotron, you can't ignore me Just look at my seats, I'm sittin' cozy (Hoo, hoo, hoo, oh)

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Choppas on Deck

Choppas on Deck by A$AP Ferg

45 ContributorsChoppas on Deck Lyrics Medusa faces turn me into stone Versace killers and Raf murdering Dior Hommes My skinny niggas fuckin' bring the chrome The only thing I'm killin' is a microphone Now let my little niggas take you home One straight to that dome Betta ring the alarm, Fergy's home Ever taste the chrome? Way far from a silver spoon Sing your lullabies, watch your mother and your brother cry Fuck your sister brains, causin' mental homicide Motherfuck' your life, fuck your family nigga, fuck your wife I be down for life (A$AAAP), my brothers for life Big money, talk to me knots Talk to me nice or don't talk to me at all Grippin' that Mack now he grippin' the floor Ratatatat—let it split through your jaw Laid on your back, whisperin' Lord, bet he couldn't see his death Berettas under the leather he couldn't see this Tec Teflon vest for those who test A bunch of niggas gettin' throwed call me Jazzy Jeff I got these choppas on deck And the 9 is on deck And the llamas on deck Just in case you ain't heard what I say I got these choppas on deck And the 9 is on deck And the llamas on deck Just in case you ain't heard what I say I got these choppas on deck And the 9 is on deck And the llamas on deck Just in case you ain't heard what I say I got these choppas on deck And the 9 is on deck And the llamas on deck Just in case you ain't heard what I say You might also like I'm drowning these niggas, no coroner with me Invite 'em in water like formula 50 I'm pipin' your daughter, muhfucker come get me One clip to that brain, gone in a jiffy I'm poppin' your dame, cum on the titties Beef lo mein, all in her shrimpy Oodles and noodles, hangin' out his fitted Somebody done died, who knows who done did it? Somebody gon' ride, bang em with the Smith and Nines men in black, I will Will Smith him Semi-automat', brattttt it would lift him Preacher gon' sang, momma gon' listen He was on that bullshit, Jordan or Pippen So I had to pull shit, feeling so tempted Rocks on his socks, Shawshank Redemption Somebody gon' die, who knows who done did it? I got these choppas on deck And the 9 is on deck And the llamas on deck Just in case you ain't heard what I say I got these choppas on deck And the 9 is on deck And the llamas on deck Just in case you ain't heard what I say I got these choppas on deck And the 9 is on deck And the llamas on deck Just in case you ain't heard what I say I got these choppas on deck And the 9 is on deck And the llamas on deck Just in case you ain't heard what I say

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Let It Bang

Let It Bang by A$AP Ferg (Ft. ScHoolboy Q)

91 ContributorsLet It Bang Lyrics Now like I was saying I used to go into muh'fuckin', um, Bomber's Club on Convent With slacks and shoes on, with the TEC-9 on Just - you know what I'm saying? Just scoping out for a bit Yeah Psych, you used to have the TEC with the good pants? You know, we was just hungry like that Too tired of shooting in the air cause I can't get my way and shit Grandma hid that hammer in her mattress from my uncle He would listen to Wu-Tang 'fore walkin' in the jungle Army fatigue jacket, kitchen knife, hope he don't cut you With a deuce-deuce up in his boot in case he get in tussles (And he will!) Let it bang, let it bang, let it bang (And he will!) Let it bang, let it bang, let it bang (And he will!) Let it bang, let it bang, let it bang (And he will!) Let it bang, let it bang, let it bang Lightpost workout, how he turned out Granddaddy tried to help him but he burnt out He screamed, "Lazy fucker, won't you try to get a job?" Block party where the hoochies turned out They would dance and sweat they perm out If they scream, "We got beef" he would handle with no prob Cologne and liquor was his odor, fragrance of a ridin' soldier ODB was his persona, he was high on Mars 40 ounce and then some marijuana When grandma died from pneumonia Now his life a roller coaster, put that shit on God You might also like (And he will!) Let it bang, let it bang, let it bang (And he will!) Let it bang, let it bang, let it bang (And he will!) Let it bang, let it bang, let it bang (And he will!) Let it bang, let it bang, let it bang Uhh, bruh, I miss my crackhead uncle Sold him dope in by the bundles Draw down on him, his own gun though Fuck about family, where's my Hundo? 'Fore my clip go knock-knock zero Fake nigga talkin' 'bout Q ain't real 18 slangin' that Coupe Deville Young nigga, young nigga move that dope Young nigga might get killed Cuz ain't payin' my bills, heat make the beef get grilled 12 years clutchin' that steel Pop a nigga more than them pills Pistol under sheet when I sleep Body niggas like I do beats I ain't talkin' bout my uncle, this me Made another million this week Swagger make a Bentley look cheap I'm the reason why your momma OD'd I'm the reason why your homies ain't deep Now you wanna talk about peace Pimpin' bitches all in these streets Wonderin' why you rubbin' her feet If you got high off what I sold How his teeth platinum when he on shit row? Big belly ballin' like I'm still gettin' throwed Leave a nigga flat 'til his body get towed Sad that the curtain got closed Leave him with a hole in his skull Let it bang, let it bang, let it bang Let it bang, let it bang, let it bang Let it bang, let it bang, let it bang Let it bang, let it bang, let it bang Uh, yeah

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Doe-Active

Doe-Active by A$AP Ferg

39 ContributorsDoe-Active Lyrics They mad, they mad They mad, why they mad? They mad, and they mad They mad, they mad They mad, they mad They mad, and they mad You mad, you and you mad I'm ballin', ballin', I'm shot callin' Gotta brush the gold grills when I wake in the mornin' You can smell that champagne when a nigga be yawnin' And I'm straight shittin' on you cause it's lyrical on it Got a hundred dollar bill for every bump on your face I got a hundred dollar bill for every bump on your face I got a hundred dollar bill for every bump on your face I got a hundred dollar bill for every bump on your face I got a hundred dollar bill for every bump on your face Then I looked at your mama like damn your sons a disgrace I got a hundred dollar bill for every bump on your face I'm tryna clean my house, I walkie talkie my maid I got a hundred dollar bill for every bump on your face This shit make no sense, I got taste Girls come to my house to have an orgy parade I just hit 'em like this and leave 'em horny for days My daddy said I'm a prince, now I'm a king He sacrificed and went to Heaven, now I'm livin' his dream You gotta walk like this, you gotta talk like that I talked this shit into existence, now my stacks on racks I got stacks on stacks, stacks on racks Racks on top of stacks and stacks on top of them racks Move like that on them cats, you move like that and get smacked I wipe a hundred on my momma, I'm using that like Proac' You might also like I got a hundred dollar bill to get the bump off your face I got a hundred dollar bill to get them bumps off your face I got a hundred dollar bill to get them bumps off your face Got a hundred dollar bill to get them bumps off your face Use these hundred dollar bills to get these bumps off your face Now use these hundred dollar bills to get these bumps off your face I got a hundred dollar bill to get these bumps off your face Got a hundred dollar, got damn Now I'm lookin' through the window and the sky's so blue Lookin' through the window and my grass' so green Lookin' through my window, hold on I know you Hollup, is that Adam Levine? Adam Levine, I got a hundred Adam Levine, I got a hundred Adam Levine, I got a hundred Adam Levine, I got a hundred I'm ballin', ballin', I'm shot callin' Gotta brush the gold grills when I wake in the mornin' You can smell that champagne when a nigga be yawnin' And I'm straight shittin' on you cause it's lyrical on it Got a hundred dollar bill for every bump on your face I got a hundred dollar bill for every bump on your face I got a hundred dollar bill for every bump on your face I got a hundred dollar bill for every bump on your face

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Cocaine Castle

Cocaine Castle by A$AP Ferg

47 ContributorsCocaine Castle Lyrics Everybody going to this cocaine castle You'll probably see your reverend at this cocaine castle Pimps and prostitutes at this cocaine castle Doctors in their suits at this cocaine castle Babies in they Pampers at this cocaine castle Crying with they grandma at this cocaine castle Momma doing drugs at this cocaine castle Tryna get some buzz at this cocaine castle All another day in the crack house, where demons be talking to fiends Couple hits and they blackout, needles be stuck all in their veins Au revoir, sing a song that be stuck all in your brain That shit so potent, it'll have you doing devilish things, yeah Take a walk through the dark side, where a nigga don't see no light One hit is all I need, that nigga gon' take your life What about your wife? What about your kids? What about your crib? What about your moms? What about her tears? What about that shit? What about your uncle? He died last year From the same thing, you kissed that glass to hide your fears This is what it bring, nothing to your life, you die, you die Basing your life upon the hope that you gon' get the same high Everybody going to this cocaine castle You'll probably see your reverend at this cocaine castle Pimps and prostitutes at this cocaine castle Doctors in their suits at this cocaine castle Babies in they Pampers at this cocaine castle Crying with they grandma at this cocaine castle Momma doing drugs at this cocaine castle Tryna get some buzz at this cocaine castle You might also like I remember when I was, when I was lit the fuck up I was, I just, I just, I just remember that day I remember what it feels like Tripping off this weed got a nigga slow motion Chills all over my body like some cold lotion Tryna wrestle demons like I'm fucking Hulk Hogan Looking for the cure but I'm seeing no potion Tryna sleep it off but it only gets worse Seems like my whole life fucking been cursed Devil tryna get me in this fucking paradise Fucking all these bitches raw just to roll the dice Why you in my dreams? Why you in my dreams? Why you in my dreams? Why you all in my dreams?

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Mad Man

Mad Man by A$AP Ferg (Ft. Playboi Carti)

82 ContributorsMad Man Lyrics Tear the club up Tear the club up Tear the club up Tear the club up (What you know, I mean?) Tear the club up (What you know? Nigga, A$AP, nigga) Tear the club up (Man, this, nigga, this A$AP, nigga, I don't give a fuck) Tear the club up (Nigga, stop all that, stop all that goofy shit, fool) Tear the club up (Nigga, still smoking Jitt pack, I don't give a fuck) (Ayy, stop all that goofy shit) This for all you player-haters who be talking this (Fuck y'all, nigga, fuck your squad, nigga) (Honorable C.N.O.T.E) Ayy (Hey) Ayy (Ayy, yeah) Ayy, ayy, ayy (Yeah) Spent 50K on the Rollie Just bought that shit and my bitch broke it (Right) She sayin' she ain't even notice (Yeah) But her pussy wet like the ocean Ayy, ayy (Swim, swim, swim) Ayy, ayy (Margiela madman!) Master Bruce, yeah, I'm the coldest (Right) Master Bruce, yeah, I'm the coldest (Yeah) Margiela and that Rick Owens (Right) I'm fucking her friend and she know it (Yeah) Margiela (Yeah), bad (Yeah) My jewelry stone cold like Steve Austin Don't cuff on no bitch, we just toss 'em Millionaire, still live in Harlem (Yeah, uh) Bury your hood Right in your local bodega Fergie gon' bark like Omega This ain't no game, ain't no SEGA Even though that beef old, I don't care I will not fuck with the Raiders Second deal out with Adidas Fergie done got him a sneaker Making a bitch sing like Aretha I'm fucking your bitch when you eat her You cuffing that bitch like you need her Yamborghini with Aaliyah Rest in peace until I see ya (Margiela madman!) You might also like Yeah, yeah, yeah Poppin' these pills in my coupe I'm on the roof Move like I'm Batman (Yeah!) Um, damn, what? Margiela madman (Right!) (Margiela madman!) Ooh, ooh, ooh These niggas they stealing my flow, talking 'bout, huh? Boy, I'm stealing your ho Taking your ho to the pad She getting lit She tryna suck on the dick She wanna suck on the dick She wanna suck like a tick (Ayy, yeah, shh, what? Huh, uh, what?) Suck like a tick Suck on this shit Get on the clique (Yeah!) Get on the clique Get on your knees, pray for the dick (Right!) Pray for this shit Pray for my clique Pray for my niggas (Yeah!) Ooh, ooh, I got my hand on the trigger (Yeah!) I got my hand on her pussy All of these niggas they pussy (Right!) He run away like a wuss I got the paper like books I can't pull up, bitch, I'm booked Walked in that bitch and the bitches, they looked All of these niggas, these niggas they shook 29 hop in the tub Wash my lil balls while I make a lil call Nigga, fuck your squad (Margiela mad man) A$AP, nigga This for all you player-haters who be talking this (Honorable C.N.O.T.E)

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Jet Lag

Jet Lag by A$AP Ferg

45 ContributorsJet Lag Lyrics Yeah, uh Yeah (Yeah) Celine bag (Woo), got a lot of chips (Yeah) Got jet lag 'cause I'm flyer than a bitch (Right) Celine bag (Woo), got a lot of drip (Yeah) Got jet lag 'cause I'm flyer than a bitch (That's right) Celine bag (Right), got a lot of chips (Yeah) Got jet lag 'cause I'm flyer than a bitch (Woo) Celine bag (Yeah), got a lot of drip (That's right) Got jet lag 'cause I'm flyer than a bitch (Grr) Yeah Uh, yeah That's right Hoo-hoo, damn Rollin' down the window, got two Asians with me (Yeah) Livin' a fast life, my uncle prayin' for me (That's right) People losin' in this game, this shit is fatal to me (Yeah) See them turnin' on they brothers, shit like Fredo to me (Woo) I just pulled up in the Benz and I'm feelin' like the goat (Yeah) I just woke up on your bitch, I pick 'em eeny, miny, moe (That's right) I got chips with a lot of drip, comin' by the load (Yeah) Prada trench, too legit, 30,000 dollar coat (Grr) Tiffany give me diamonds, that's a different kind of glow (Yeah) Got bitches like Frankie Lymon, that's a different kind of ho (Yeah) Came a long way, used to try to work at Club Monaco (Hoo) Hittin' the stage, covered in sauce, 100,000 dollar show (Hey) Goin' guerilla, Fergie Ferg that nigga, count my checks (Hey) She on a nigga, wanna get up in my chinchilla flaps (Hey) Her ass is realest, she ain't got no silicone up in her breasts I was born to do this shit, I see my dad up in the light (Yeah) You might also like Celine bag, got a lot of chips Got jet lag 'cause I'm flyer than a bitch Celine bag, got a lot of drip Got jet lag 'cause I'm flyer than a bitch Celine bag, got a lot of chips Got jet lag 'cause I'm flyer than a bitch Celine bag, got a lot of drip Got jet lag 'cause I'm flyer than a— Made a lot of millions off a plain Jane (Yeah) Ben and Billy on the track, we do the same thing (Right) Rose gold, pink diamonds in my ring-ring (Yeah) Got a bitch from Crenshaw and she gang bang (That's right) Blood walkin' and she listenin' to YG (YG) She scream, "I dare a motherfucka try stop me!" (Try to stop) She a ghetto bitch, I fuck her in Versace (In Versace) And then I took her to Philippe for shrimp and broccoli (Shrimp and broccoli) Put in work, a nigga lookin' awky (Grr) Diamonds blingin' called me Niggarace (Yeah) Niggas wanna, but they cannot copy (Cannot copy) I paint the biggest picture but they try to crop me (Cannot crop me) I'm on a newer level, high-key (Yeah) Still be walkin' through your block to get a chopped cheese (C'mon) Turn a Honda to a Masi' (Yeah) You my son, my baby boy, go get Taraji (Hoo-hoo, grr) Celine bag, got a lot of chips Got jet lag 'cause I'm flyer than a bitch Celine bag, got a lot of drip Got jet lag 'cause I'm flyer than a bitch Celine bag, got a lot of chips Got jet lag 'cause I'm flyer than a bitch Celine bag, got a lot of drip Got jet lag 'cause I'm flyer than a—

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Nasty (Who Dat)

Nasty (Who Dat) by A$AP Ferg (Ft. Quavo & Takeoff)

66 ContributorsNasty (Who Dat) Lyrics Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya (Migos, Ferg) Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, yeah Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya Who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who Who dat, who dat, who dat tryna get up in my crew? Your bitch been a fan while she hittin' my jack Another deal with Adidas 'cause I'm feelin' like that Now, now I just blow the money, got 'em swimmin' in cash I don't even throw the money, sit the brick on her ass Your bitch been a fan while she hittin' my jack Another deal with Adidas 'cause I'm feelin' like that Now, now I just blow the money, got 'em swimmin' in cash I don't even throw the money, sit the brick on her ass All these bricks and money I been stackin' All these dollars bustin' through the plastic 1800 got me blastin' I'ma keep the money comin', keep dancin' Tonight I fell in love with a stripper Ferguson can be her last name Who dat, who dat, who dat on your Insta? Invite her to my crib, we gettin' nasty You might also like Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, yeah Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya Who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who Who dat, who dat, who dat tryna get up in my crew? Stars in the ceilin', Wraith top Who that rich motherfucker named Takeoff? Bad bitch ass soft, beat her face off Lawyer Jewish, 'bout that paper, knock that case off (Quavo) Ice shine bright, one hell of a night (Ice) Once I hit it one time, bet I make her swipe (Cash) Beat the pussy, Ike, Mike Tyson bite (Woo) Early A.M. on the red-eye flight A1 dope, nigga can't forget the steak sauce Same hoes everywhere I go, Nate Dogg We run from the red dog, pick up when that bag call Flew to New York 'bout that thread talk, put on when Ferg call (Blrrt blrrt!) Hello, what's up? Yeah, it's my brother Ferg Double park that Bentley (Skrrt) on the Harlem curb (Brr) I can flip a pigeon and a dirty bird (Brrr) Chopper with precision, you better mind your business Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, yeah Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya Who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who Who dat, who dat, who dat tryna get up in my crew? All these bricks and money I been stackin' All dollars bustin' through the plastic 1800 got me blastin' I'ma keep the money comin', keep dancin' Tonight I fell in love with a stripper Ferguson can be her last name Who dat, who dat, who dat on your Insta? Invite her to my crib, we gettin' nasty Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, yeah Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya Who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who Who dat, who dat, who dat tryna get up in my crew?

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Trap And A Dream

Trap And A Dream by A$AP Ferg (Ft. Meek Mill)

58 ContributorsTrap And A Dream Lyrics Yeah, yeah Pray to the trap Pray for the trap Send them niggas to the Hood Pope My synagogue right in the ghetto Off the dome, I'm killin' niggas But the pen game on a different level One trap with a big dream I go hard, won't ever settle (Frankie motherfuckin' P) "Go in for the kill" what they taught me Boy I'm movin' that Shark Tank In this bitch like I'm Clark Kent Got a deal with the devil like y'all say It's for the love of the money, what y'all think? Fuck a wack bitch what I won't do Make a bill with these vocals And the Pro Tools, thought I told you Pedal or metal, I try to slow down but I can't Fuckin' yo bitch and she kissin' the dick And I'm startin' to feel like I'm Tank Chasin' the commas on commas Embracing the drama that come with the fame Put that on my momma, the llama’ll Hit ya designer and pardon your brain, so stay in ya lane Huh, yeah, I'm fuckin' your bitch in a park I bust in her mouth cause she parched She throwin' it back with an arch You cuffin' that bitch like a narc Ooh boy I don't wanna start Two birds on my boat, I'ma start I'm kinda like Noah's Ark I am leaving this Earth with a mark I ain't got time for you marks I aim at your head like a dart He lay on the street with a chart Spike on his head like he Bart I'd rather be chasin' the cream Trappin' and trappin', I never be slackin' I'm countin' a million a dream You might also like Trap and a dream, trap and a dream I had a trap and a dream, trap and a dream One trap and a dream, trap and a dream I wanna make a hundred million when I hit the scene Trap and a dream, trap and a dream I had a trap and a dream, trap and a dream One trap and a dream, trap and a dream I wanna make a hundred million when I hit the scene Uh, yeah Trap and a dream, uh, Mac with the beam, yeah Left Hollywood, damn, back to the fiends, woo Pull up in my hood, skrrt skrrt, Maybachs on the scene, hoo In the back like a spleen, hoo, hunnid racks in my jeans, aw yeah Know a couple niggas want me dead in my hood Do some charity, I put some bread in my hood Pussy niggas snitchin', got the feds in my hood It's like all the real niggas really dead in my hood I been runnin' it up, fuckin' it up, plenty Hop out the spur, jump in the truck, Bentley Neosporin, I'm in the cut, chilly Mask on, mask off, reppin' my set, Philly I got thirty-six O's, we gone put it on a roll That boy silent, never told, fuckin' models out the Vogue And I rock a lot of gold, all these diamonds on me froze I called papi for the low, he gon' drop it, Lord knows I got a Trap and a dream, trap and a dream I had a trap and a dream, trap and a dream One trap and a dream, trap and a dream I wanna make a hundred million when I hit the scene Trap and a dream, trap and a dream I had a trap and a dream, trap and a dream One trap and a dream, trap and a dream I wanna make a hundred million when I hit the scene

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Yammy Gang

Yammy Gang by A$AP Ferg (Ft. A$AP Mob & Tatianna Paulino)

70 ContributorsYammy Gang Lyrics Lido, talk to me! All of my niggas' gon' riot, all of my niggas' gon' riot We gon' mob All of my niggas' gon' riot, all of my niggas' gon' riot We gon' mob All of my niggas' gon' riot, all of my niggas' gon' riot We gon' mob All of my niggas' gon' riot, all of my niggas' gon' riot We gon' mob All of my niggas' gon' riot, all of my niggas' gon' riot We gon' mob All of my niggas' gon' riot, all of my niggas' gon' riot We gon' mob All of my niggas' gon' riot, all of my niggas' gon' riot We gon' mob All of my niggas' gon' rob when you fuckin' with the Mob Hit 'em in the jaw All of my niggas bi-polar, lean in the pour up Mix it with Xan now you tore up Runnin' with my gang, bumpin' that Keef in the hoop It's motivatin' my soldiers Don't keep the gun in the holster Hide it in Tommy, hopin' they don't pull you over Coppers on the block, tappin' on the Motorola Gotta keep the fuckin' beeper on you All of my killers is ridin' with me for the night, yeah Flacko just hit me like he just landed from Dubai, yeah, yeah, yeah See what's in the club, what bitches is fuckin' tonight, yeah Is it you, you or you, you? If your man talkin' shit then I shoot, like doot-doot-doot-doot You might also like All of my niggas' gon' riot, all of my niggas' gon' riot We gon' mob All of my niggas' gon' riot, all of my niggas' gon' riot We gon' mob All of my niggas' gon' riot, all of my niggas' gon' riot We gon' mob All of my niggas' gon' riot Blat-blatka-blat-blat Yammy Gang Gang, say my name five times Candymane-mane-mane-mane Bitches on my hotline bling Thank you BasedGod, brang-dang-dang-dang Me and Pac fuck the same hoes Beat the pussy like the Wayans Bros Bang-bang-bang-bang like Chiefy Sosa Flocka with the fuego Run at any case, money be the case Murder be the case, better call the lawyer Try to beat the case, try to flee the states Cry to immigration, nigga thought I told you Nut on her face, bought her shades I pull up, pull all on her face, pussy get murdered every day, bruh Yammy Gang, Yammy Gang, Yammy Gang (Gang) Yammy Gang, Yammy Gang, Yammy Gang (Blat-blatka-blat-blat) Yammy Gang, Yammy Gang, Yammy Gang My niggas set it on any man 2016, we got bigger plans I might go bleach in that boo pack I might go Hova, don't talk to me Yeezus, Jesus walks with me Last year bein' broke If you ain't talkin' money, don't talk to me Yamborgini High, diamonds in the rain, made the hall of fame Prosper be the gang, always gotta strive, I could never change Word to Yams, I'll smack a nigga in his skinny pants, yeah High as hell, man I'm fly as well do the Diddy dance Yeah, Yamborghini Gang Yammy Gang, this the A$AP Gang Hahahah This is for all my beautiful people around the world My son was a genius I wanna continue his legacy

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Rubber Band Man

Rubber Band Man by A$AP Ferg (Ft. Cam'ron)

39 ContributorsRubber Band Man Lyrics You already know what it is, Hood Pope (Killa!) Dipset (A$AP!) We runnin' this shit None of y'all niggas can fuck with us (Word to god!) Rubber band man got the pocket with the bankroll Call me Stunna Man, diamonds shining like the rainbow Runnin' this shit, you can call me Usain Bolt Yeah, you can call me Usain Bolt Rubber band man got the pockets with the bankroll Call me Killa Cam, diamonds shining like the rainbow Runnin' this shit, you can call me Usain Bolt Nigga, you can call me Usain Bolt Two model bitches with me asking for a sugar-free Red Bull Mix it with the Tito's now they walkin' with that dead look Coke up in they nose, that's why their nostrils got that red look Hip-hop police saw me, jiggy nigga make the Feds look I just brought a Rollie and my bitches broke the bezel When you make it this far, certain niggas try to test you Still live up in Harlem, rich nigga in the ghetto Yeah, rich nigga in the ghetto You might also like Rubberband man got the pocket with the bankroll Call me Stunna Man, diamonds shining like the rainbow Runnin' this shit, you can call me Usain Bolt Yeah, you can call me Usain Bolt Rubber band man got the pockets with the bankroll Call me Killa Cam, diamonds shining like the rainbow Runnin' this shit, you can call me Usain Bolt Nigga, you can call me Usain Bolt Killa, Killa, Killa, Killa Killa, Killa, Killa, Killa (in front of the Waldorf) Killa, Killa, Killa, Killa Killa, Killa, Killa, Killa Yo, in front of the Waldorf, valet said that he's sick of us I mean he just can't get wit' us "What's the problem playboy? It's only six of us" "Yeah, with twenty-five cars, this shit's just ridiculous" Thought we was inconspicuous He said, "Yeah right nigga, y'all meticulous" Twenty-five to life, at one time I was risking it Ten-digit nigga, old life I ain't missin' it Look at me, baby girl, you should just lick a bit Bend down, real low, my zipper come unzipping it Yeah, I think I really love her 'cause she started kissin' it I mean, she really started kissin' it Rubberband man got the pocket with the bankroll Call me Stunna Man, diamonds shining like the rainbow Runnin' this shit, you can call me Usain Bolt Yeah, you can call me Usain Bolt Rubber band man got the pockets with the bankroll Call me Killa Cam, diamonds shining like the rainbow Runnin' this shit, you can call me Usain Bolt Nigga, you can call me Usain Bolt

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Ja Rule

Ja Rule by A$AP Ferg (Ft. Big Sean)

44 ContributorsJa Rule Lyrics Flyer than a motherfuckin' propeller Pretty bad bitch that's old yeller Finna fuck a clip out for fellas Get it crackin' on a bitch like a old leather Toupee'd on a bitch like an old fella Souffle on a bitch cause my dough better Used to go to Mickie D's with no cheddar Now my chauffeur I get fuckin' so feta Now let's go to Sue's Rendezvous Most of your crew be strange dudes Two bitches like déjà vu Blowin' that skunk like Pepé Le Pew Make it hot in here like Nelly Make her side burn like Ashanti's 'do Murderin' Ink like I'm Irv Gotti Fuck around and sing like I'm Ja Rule Sing like I'm Ja Rule Fuck around and sing like I'm Ja Rule (Where would I be without my baby?) Sing like I'm Ja Rule Fuck around and sing like I'm Ja Rule (Where would I be without my baby?) Sing like I'm Ja Rule Fuck around and sing like I'm Ja Rule (Where would I be without my baby?) Sing like I'm Ja Rule Fuck around and sing like I'm Ja Rule (Where would I be without my baby?) You might also like It's the player you heard of, the young and assertive I came from the dirt up, and did the unheard of Hoes say I'm the man, mm-hmm I concur it I'm young and perverted If I don't get the pussy or the payment, what the fuck is the purpose? Don't call on my phone, unless you're the fam or my girl I'm a just say it's no service, stay connected as cursive I bet if you put my name on it that I make it bigger She saying she wanna take a picture, I let her take a picture But don't send it to me 'less it's fuckin naked pictures Feel me, I'm into safe sex-y, latex-y, rubber stretch-y Good weed, no stress-y You can get your broke bestie, show your chesties Tell your boyfriend to stay off my testes, lil' bitch What he tryin' to say? Make that 9 shake, pump up the crime rate Pump up the value, make that bitch vibrate Pump up the alcohol on the hydrate, she thirsty And that's a damn shame Red bone, white money, blue dream that's my campaign I order Hors d'oeuvres, roll up more herb I hit it, I bust, and throw it to Ferg, for sure Fuck around and sing like I'm Ja Rule, hah Fuck around and sing like I'm Ja Rule bitch Aha, Sean Don, A$AP Mob nigga Sing like I'm Ja Rule Fuck around and sing like I'm Ja Rule (Where would I be without my baby?) Sing like I'm Ja Rule Fuck around and sing like I'm Ja Rule (Where would I be without my baby?) Sing like I'm Ja Rule Fuck around and sing like I'm Ja Rule (Where would I be without my baby?) Sing like I'm Ja Rule Fuck around and sing like I'm Ja Rule (Where would I be without my baby?) Baby, what would I be without my baby? What would I be without my baby? What would I be without my baby?

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Pups

Pups by A$AP Ferg (Ft. A$AP Rocky)

61 ContributorsPups Lyrics Arf, arf, arf Where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg) Where my dawgs at? (Right here, dawg) Where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg) Now where my dawgs at? (Frankie Mothafuckin' P) I said get at me I'm talkin' to you niggas with that rap beef Get at me Ostrich-skin seats like it's acne Get at me Never tacky, jeans made by Acne Fuck Governor Pataki and Patakis It's about to get uglier than Balenciagas Felt bad I never finished college Now we fuckin' cuties with booties in Dapper Dan silk pajamas Livin' the dream, open up your eyelids Me and Flacko on a island with a few bad bitches How my cousin make a mil' off a du-rag business? All my dawgs with the shit, you with a few cat litters All the yellow with the black like the Wu back (Su) You might also like Back when I was rentin' beds, I was still catchin' head If I was bussin' dishes, I'd be still fuckin' bitches Boof pack, gift wrapped just like Christmas Gone for a minute, now I'm back, did you miss me? Had the whole Harlem World wearin' Under Armours Under the armors, I'm a pretty mothafuckin' comma Gorgeous comma, pretty much about to fuck your mama Kinda runnin' late for this meetin' with Obama I ain't mean it to rhyme, but call me when your mind right Meet me with your romper, CC me when the vibe right More money, more problem, more chopper, more drama And I got these hoes, feelin' like Mo Bamba Where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg) Where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg) Where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg) Now where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg) Who gon' do what? My dawgs gon' tool up Nigga, look out, 'cause look down like one, two, fucked And we don't give two fucks Where I'm from, you lunch, you food Niggas called your bluff Pockets Warren Buffett, security guard too buff I like my songs screwed up I own a gold toothbrush, I get my gold tooth buffed I'ma stomp a nigga out in Timberland nubuck Young Buck, too buck, Benz truck, new truck Big horns, tuba, more good than Cuba They tried to hit us like Huey with the armpits up But we swerved through the bullets, get your targets up Hood Pope up in this bitch, in Trap Lord we trust Now where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg) Where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg) Where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg) Now where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg) I said get at me I'm talkin' to you niggas with that rap beef Get at me Ostrich-skin seats like it's acne Get at me Never tacky, jeans made by Acne Fuck Governor Pataki and Patakis

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Psycho

Psycho by A$AP Ferg

50 ContributorsPsycho Lyrics Uhh, yeah Uhh, yeah Uhh, it was all at the park, yeah Cologne and liquor was his odor (Uhh, yeah) The fragrance of a riding soldier (Uhh) ODB was his persona (I've seen a lot of bullshit, go down at the park) Oh, you want the power, don't ya? I got an uncle and his name Psycho He had a dance and they scream "Go, Psycho!" He would dance, work out and fight yo' ass at the park (For the bills, for the hundred dollar bills) And he got two sisters preggo He fucked the other one to get one jeal-o And he took both kids to the ghetto ass park (On the hill, shit'll get really real) He used to have the braids with the cuts in his body Most thugged out, kept the hammer with his mami Grandma had the arthritis pain in her body Kept the burner in the mattress, so her son don’t catch a body Danced and he danced, smoked crack with his posse Front flipped through a building window, land in the lobby He was cut like Bruce Lee but he didn't know karate He came home bloody screaming, "Nobody can stop me! Nobody can stop me, I'm the baddest survivor on this planet Fifty niggas better kill me, nigga, 'cause I will do damage Checked outta the psych ward, I am nothing to manage My life cut deep, nigga I'm nothing to bandage" You might also like I got an uncle and his name Psycho He had a dance and they scream "Go, Psycho!" He would dance, work out and fight yo' ass at the park (For the bills, for the hundred dollar bills) And he got two sisters preggo He fucked the other one to get one jell-o And he took both kids to the ghetto ass park (On the hill, shit'll get really real) Where they be drinking forty ounces With the brown paper bags for the ounces No matter what day you found his ass at the park Hungry Ham, fuck around and get killed When he got kicked out of his bitch crib And he had nowhere to li-zive Always find his ass on the benches laying at the park After dark Don't get it confused Uncle Psych, I love you to death Just wanna get a couple of things off of my chest Growing up, you always was buck-wilding with stress And though I'm older now, I don't know how to forget I used to wear your Timbs around the house when you left And if you had an open soda, I would finish the rest Pretend I'm older, I like the liquor odor you left Then put your camouflage vest on like I'm holding a tec Then point it at the mirror like I'm holding your rep Through that mirror wasn't me, but it was you I reflect Wanted to be like you, jail tat on the chest With the rugged cornrows and a stab on my neck I'll rob shit like that you know Cause I'll rob anybody, I, I don't care It was a 9 to 5 for me, you know It was like a hobby to me, I was the gunman I was the dancer, entertainer, you know what I mean? I did it all Like I said I had a death wish, I'll rob anybody Ay, hold up motherfucker, you see I'm talking, right?!

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New Level REMIX

New Level REMIX by A$AP Ferg (Ft. A$AP Rocky, Future & Lil Uzi Vert)

51 ContributorsNew Level REMIX Lyrics Yeah, yeah A$AP (Turn my vocals up a little bit more please, yeah) A$AP Honorable C.N.O.T.E Yeah, a lil' bit more, yeah I'm on a new level, I'm on it, I'm on it (Coo-coo) Woo, woo, woo, ayy I'm on a new level (I'm on a new level, uh, uh) I'm on a new level (I'm on a new level, yeah, yeah) I'm on a new level (I'm on a new level, uh, uh) I'm on a new level (I'm on a new level, yeah, yeah) Bought me a new shovel (Bought me a new shovel, oh, uh) Put these niggas in the dirt (Put these niggas in the dirt, yeah, yeah, coo-coo) Chain with the new bezel (Bought me some new bezels, yeah) Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo (Uh), ayy I'm on a new level Remember when mices jumpin' out the Frigidaire (Yeah) Po-po, they eliminate us Throw my people down incinerator (Uh) Malcolm X, Martin Luther (Hallelujah) Jim Crow is back at it (Talkin' to ya) Bought a gold chain (More power to ya) Wanted more bling (But I got a Ruger) Brown water in my system now (Yeah) Henny got me in my feelings now (Alright) I'm feelin' like, "Fuck the system now" (Yeah) 'Cause all they do is shoot my people down (That's right) That newer level was the ceilin' now (Yeah) They wanna kill us with division now (Coo-coo) I'll be damned if I'm killin' now I go to Sony, bring the buildin' down I'm on a new level (I'm on a new level, uh) Pump on a new devil (Pump on a new devil, yeah) I still got a new shovel (I still got a new shovel, uh) To put you my shoe level (To put you my shoe level, that's right) Just know that my crew rebels (Know that my crew, yeah) They put you niggas in the dirt (Yeah, alright) Chain with the new bezel (Chain with the new bezel, yeah) All my niggas put in work (All my niggas put in work, 'cause, yeah) You might also like I'm on a new level (I'm on a new level, yeah, uh, uh) I'm on a new level (I'm on a new level, yeah, what? Yeah, yeah) I'm on a new level (I'm on a new level yeah, what? Uh, uh) I'm on a new level (I'm on a new level yeah, what? Yeah, yeah) Bought me a new shovel (Bought me a new shovel, yeah, oh, uh) Put these niggas in the dirt (Put these niggas in the dirt, hey, yeah, yeah, coo-coo) Chain with the new bezel (Bought me some new bezels, yeah, yeah) All my niggas put in work (Uh, yeah) I'm on a new level (Yeah, what?) Gettin' money, went up two levels (Yeah) Now my bars hot like a tea kettle (Tea kettle) She ride my dick, I got two pedals (What? Yeah) Bitch, I'm hot as a match (What? Ayy) Pull up, deux Diablo, that be two devils (What?) Heard your girl was a freak (What?) Yeah, but that's only if you let her (Yeah, yeah) Pull off and mob with the new leather (Huh) Yeah, the one with the red letters (Yeah, ayy) Matter of fact, you bring her, bring her, ayy (Yeah) Don't forget yourself too, yeah Matter of fact, bring your whole crew, yeah Lil Uzi pull Lambo coupe, yeah Now your girl I'm gon' recruit, yeah Blow on me just like some soup, yeah (Like a, Lil Uzi) Blow on me just like a flute, yeah Blow on me like a loose tooth, yeah First she showed me just how it move, yeah I fucked that girl right 'til she mute, ayy (Yeah) I will not touch her, yeah If it's already not two, hey (What? Ayy) Rafi and Ricky my boots (My boots), yeah Went and new level my shoe (My shoe, ayy, yeah) I'm on a new level (I'm on a new level, uh, uh) I'm on a new level (I'm on a new level, yeah, yeah) I'm on a new level (I'm on a new level, uh, uh) I'm on a new level (I'm on a new level, yeah, yeah) Bought me a new shovel (Bought me a new shovel, oh, uh) Put these niggas in the dirt (Put these niggas in the dirt, uhyeah, yeah) Chain with the new bezel (Bought me some new bezels, uh, yeah, yeah) All my niggas put in work (Uh, yeah) On another-nother level now That's shrooms, acid, drank, weed, pills Fresh manicure, breakin' down the bag Didn't even stain my clean nails (Uh) I bet there's some killers who die for me (Ride) Catch a body on they free will (Woo) My West Coast niggas ride for me (Woo) Word to the homie G Will (Woo) Dollar sign, dollar sign, dollar sign (Cha-ching) My crib look like an exhibition now (Yeah) Mama only riding Benzes now (Yeah) Traded in the Expedition now (Uh) My bitches only flyin' business now (Woo) My pretty face up in the Guinness now (Yeah) I model Dior like I'm Christian now (Uh) Got her masturbatin' to my pictures now (Yeah) Two front gold teeth All I want for Christmas is peace between brothers and police Twenty-four-karat gold leash on my exotic pet (Leash) Exotic car, no lease (Lease) And I designed it, back to be flooded with diamonds (Diamonds) Bitches, they call me Your Highness (Highness) Sippin' on medicine (Nah), with no cough, with no sinus That alarm or the sirens? (Woo) I'm on a new level (I'm on it, I'm on it, uh, uh) I'm on a new level (I'm on it, I'm on it, yeah, yeah) I'm on a new level (I'm on it, I'm on it, uh, uh) I'm on a new level (I'm on a new level, yeah, yeah) Bought me a new shovel (I'm on a new level, oh, uh) Put these niggas in the dirt (Dirt, yeah, yeah) Chain with the new bezel (I'm on a new level, yeah, uh) All my niggas put in work (All my niggas put in work, uh, right, yeah) I'm on a new level (I'm on a new level, uh, uh) I'm on a new level (I'm on a new level, yeah, yeah) I'm on a new level (I'm on a new level, uh, uh) I'm on a new level (I'm on a new level, yeah, yeah) Bought me a new shovel (Bought me a new shovel, oh, uh) Put these niggas in the dirt (Put these niggas in the dirt, yeah, yeah) Chain with the new bezel (Bought me some new bezels, yeah) All my niggas put in work (Uh, work)

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Coach Cartier

Coach Cartier by A$AP Ferg (Ft. Famous Dex)

49 ContributorsCoach Cartier Lyrics Yeah, rainbow shine my wrist Rainbow shine my wrist, rainbow shine my wrist Rainbow shine my wrist, rainbow shine my wrist Rainbow shine my wrist, rainbow shine my wrist Frankie motherfuckin' P Call me Coach Cartier, call me Coach Cartier Rainbow shine my wrist, rainbow shine my wrist Call me Coach Cartier, call me Coach Cartier Rainbow shine my wrist, rainbow shine my wrist Call me Coach Cartier, call me Coach Cartier Rainbow shine my wrist, rainbow shine my wrist Call me Coach Cartier, call me Coach Cartier Rainbow shine my wrist, rainbow shine my wrist Your bitch gon' die for the dick She spend mad time with the kid Rainbow shot my wrist She make them titties twitch Adidas done gave me the check Go to Tourneau and cop Rolex Your bitch obsessed Thumb in her butt, yes! Come and just fuck with the set And we're buckin' the TEC, with my niggas its facts They be protecting your neck Ice bucket challenge baguettes Those are not Margiela Hol' up, I'll do you one better Rainbow shot my wrist Watch them diamonds glist You might also like Call me Coach Cartier Call me Coach Cartier (Ah-what) Rainbow shine my wrist (Ah-yeah) Rainbow shine my wrist (Ah-Dexter) Call me Coach Cartier (Ah-what) Call me Coach Cartier Rainbow shine my wrist Rainbow shine my wrist (Ah-Dexter, ah-what) Call me Coach Cartier (Ah-whoa, rainbow) Call me Coach Cartier (Ah-what) Rainbow shine my wrist (Rainbow) Rainbow shine my wrist (Ah-Dexter) Call me Coach Cartier Call me Coach Cartier (Ah-what) Rainbow shine my wrist (Ah-what) Rainbow shine my wrist (Ah-yeah, Dexter) Call me Coach Cartier I get that money, them diamonds my ear Wait, rainbow shot my bitch Huh, got diamonds, my diamonds gon' glisten Wait, I'm in the trap with Ferg Fucking your bitch and I'll tell her to swerve (I did) Huh, I can't trust this bitch (I do) Run up on me then I'm uppin' my stick Yeah, wait, they callin' me Dexter Yeezy my feet, I don't wear no Margielas (I don't) Huh, I make it rain, no umbrella Huh, I fuck her friend now she jealous (Ah-Dexter) You know I don't care what she tell them I ship em off, yeah they flopping like feathers Wait, rainbow shot my bitch (Ah-what) Draco by me, you know I don't miss Dexter Call me Coach Cartier (Ah-what) call me Coach Cartier (Ah-what) Rainbow shine my wrist (Yeah, ah-Dexter) rainbow shine my wrist Call me Coach Cartier, call me Coach Cartier Rainbow shine my wrist, rainbow shine my wrist Call me Coach Cartier, call me Coach Cartier Rainbow shine my wrist, rainbow shine my wrist Call me Coach Cartier, call me Coach Cartier Rainbow shine my wrist, rainbow shine my wrist Frankie motherfuckin' P

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East Coast

East Coast by A$AP Ferg (Ft. Remy Ma)

38 ContributorsEast Coast Lyrics Yeah, I need everybody to open this shit up Everybody open this fucking shit up Yeah, Constantine, yeah Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up Fuck that shit, we get turnt 'til the sun is up All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up This that East Coast, mothafucka Call me Mr. East Coast, mothafucka Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up Fuck that shit, we get turnt 'til the sun is up All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up This that East Coast, mothafucka Call me Mr. East Coast, mothafucka This that ground zero music, sit and listen to it This the children of the sewer, finally winnin' music This confessions of a lord, I've been sinnin' music The rap book is my Bible, just repentin' through it I jump in the whip and say, "Ooh, it's my shit" And I tell 'em to turn it up (Skrrt) Jump in the pit and start moshing the shit And I tell 'em to burn it up This is Mr. Trap Lord, I'ma go in 'til the sun is up Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up Run 'til I fuck it up You might also like Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up Fuck that shit, we get turnt 'til the sun is up All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up This that East Coast, mothafucka Call me Mr. East Coast, mothafucka Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up Fuck that shit, we get turnt 'til the sun is up All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up This that East Coast, mothafucka (Hahahahah) Call me Mr. East Coast, mothafucka (Remy, Ma) And it’s 0-1, now, run it up Got my face beat, hair done it up I go bad on ‘em, drop bags on 'em Got a tab, bitch; tell 'em run it up I spaz on 'em, I gun 'em up Said I’m too smart, gotta dumb it up Dead in the middle of Little Italy They ain’t know Remy really could just Pun it up On IG, you thumb it up But in real life, you bum it up You don't own nothin’, you so frontin' You Joe Budden, you pump it up See, these hoes be luckin' up Try to be down, they suckin' up I go nuts, I mean pecan Turn the beat on and I fuck it up The bar’s low, I brung it up And y'all hoes just stunk it up I been one, you been done You been shoulda just hung it up You was hatin' when I was comin' up You fake bitch, you need to woman up You a wack bitch, you a rat bitch And I’m that bitch, just to sum it up Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up Fuck that shit, we get turnt ‘til the sun is up All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up This that East Coast, mothafucka Call me Mr. East Coast, mothafucka Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up Fuck that shit, we get turnt 'til the sun is up All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up This that East Coast, mothafucka Call me Mr. East Coast, mothafucka Yeah, send 'em through the ceiling Throw a nigga off the building I'll kill 'em, they'll never find out Fuck what you feelin', Trap Lord in the building With the lords and they with it right now Pull up on them niggas like "skrrt," and I murk And them jerks see the bad man comin' Dump if a nigga say dumb And pump, have the best of the bad boys runnin' Jump if you ready to fuck this shit up And get knuck if you buck if you thuggin' Jump if you ready to fuck a pig up 'Cause he cuff a nigga up for nothin' Know some children that'll hold the thang And they let it bang 'cause you frontin' Jump 'cause I'm feelin' like I'm the illest nigga I'm the trillest and I love it Push the Benz like it's nothin' (Woo) Versace lens like it's nothin' (Woo) Fuck a 10 like it's nothin' (Woo) Fuck her friend like it's nothin' (Woo) Bitches with it like it's nothin' (Woo) Suck them titties like it's nothin' (Woo) Face a bottle like it's nothin' (Woo) Tap a model like it's nothin' (Woo) Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up Fuck that shit, we get turnt 'til the sun is up All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up This that East Coast, mothafucka Call me Mr. East Coast, mothafucka Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up Fuck that shit, we get turnt 'til the sun is up All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up This that East Coast, mothafucka Call me Mr. East Coast, mothafucka

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Back Hurt

Back Hurt by A$AP Ferg (Ft. Migos)

32 ContributorsBack Hurt Lyrics I'm a lucky bastard, my car like Dukes of Hazzard I never had a ghostwriter, I'm afraid of Casper I fucked her one time, then my homie fucked right after Always keep it real, I ain't never been an actor All these racks make my motherfucking back hurt All these racks make my motherfucking back hurt All these racks make my motherfucking back hurt All these racks make my motherfucking back hurt Big bowl of money, I look like big bowl of money Got a Tommy on the Kawasaki, blowing out an onion Takeoff Frank Lucas, I got 'em itching They addicted to Bobby and Mr. Whitneys And they drinking on Actavis what a feeling Momma told me drink water, flush out my kidney I'm a lucky bastard, dab, ooh, dagger Your bitch a happy camper got an iPhone she a snapper I know some rappers but know some more trappers They got more money than you rappers Talk like that actor you smoking tobacco My Louboutins stomp you out like I'm a Kappa I’m gonna do my dab like the Heisman I wanna coach, I’m Quavo O'Ryan Look at the feds I know that they spying I'm gonna disappear like I'm the Mayans Hop in my rocket I bet they can't find me Fuck all that bullshit and stop with this nonsense These Benjamins and Jacksons got something in common All of my niggas about money and violence For real, for real, for real, this territory shit is real Fuck how a nigga gon' feel, I'm just gripping on the steel Think I might go in Beverly Hills Get a mansion about 28 M's No Jack and Jill but I done been on the hill Count it then I pop a seal You might also like I'm a lucky bastard, my car like Dukes of Hazzard I never had a ghostwriter, I'm afraid of Casper I fucked her one time, then my homie fucked right after Always keep it real, I ain't never been an actor All these racks make my motherfucking back hurt All these racks make my motherfucking back hurt All these racks make my motherfucking back hurt All these racks make my motherfucking back hurt I've been spending every penny Monday up in Magic City Sucking on them tig ol' bitties Diamonds dancing on me like they Diddy I've been feeling gritty but I'm looking pretty I been popping bitches like I'm Pretty Ricky Got a bad bitch and her name is Nicki She be with the ménage and come from Philly Yeah, swear that my father's killing me All of these racks breaking my back These dollars signs is crippling me Yeah, I look in her eyes I'm an enemy I come from the trap, my niggas attack You won't recognize your family I'm a lucky bastard, my car like Dukes of Hazzard I never had a ghostwriter, I'm afraid of Casper I fucked her one time, then my homie fucked right after Always keep it real, I ain't never been an actor All these racks make my motherfucking back hurt All these racks make my motherfucking back hurt All these racks make my motherfucking back hurt All these racks make my motherfucking back hurt

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Dennis Rodman

Dennis Rodman by A$AP Ferg (Ft. Tyga)

37 ContributorsDennis Rodman Lyrics Yeah, please Hoo, hoo, hoo, ohh (Ayy) The party is poppin' (Ayy) While she whip it, she mop it (Yeah) While she lick it, she top it (Yeah) Got the bitches, they swappin' Top is sloppy, it's slimy (Slimy) Mami's ratchet, it's grimy (Ooh) I'm sinnin', I'm winnin' (Winnin') I'm Dennis Rodman (Rodman) Hit a bitch with a mean lil' fadeaway (Fadeaway) Ayy, bitch, you not my type, tell her straight away (Straight away) The party is poppin' (Poppin') While she whip it, she mop it (Mop it) While she lick it, she top it Got the bitches, they swappin' (Swappin') Don't try me, it's by me (By me) Feel me, it's on me (On me, yeah) On a super sonic (Pew) Don't play games like Sony (Sony) Pocket (Pew) rocket (Pew) Pop it (Pop it), lock it (Lock it) Flex, fuck it (Fuck it) Simon Says don't stop it (Stop it) Benihana's, cookin' bodies on a Saturday (Woo, cook it) Heard you got a new chain, it's on layaway (Yeah, layaway?) You rappers, all you do is copy (Copy) And these bitches click my story 'cause they wanna watch me (Watch me) You might also like Ayy, she gon' send a text when it's gettin' late (Woo, gettin' late) Ayy, meet my security at the gate (At the gate) Bitch, you lookin' at a star like we in a Wraith (In a Wraith) Beat it like Billie Jean, moonwalk away (Ayy) The party is poppin' (Ayy) While she whip it, she mop it (Yeah) While she lick it, she top it (Yeah) Got the bitches, they swappin' Top is sloppy, it's slimy (Slimy) Mami's ratchet, it's grimy (Ooh) I'm sinnin', I'm winnin' (Winnin') I'm Dennis Rodman (Rodman) Hit a bitch with a mean lil' fadeaway (Fadeaway) Ayy, bitch, you not my type, tell her straight away (Straight away) The party is poppin' (Poppin') While she whip it, she mop it (Mop it) While she lick it, she top it (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) Got the bitches, they swappin' (Swappin') She mean, a queen, that's makin' bands Her ass I fiend, potato yams Put money on his head, I call it head band You die here, Dennis Rodman It feel like we won the Finals, we got five rings (Yeah) We livin' the series, I'm thirty-for-thirty, I shake 'em like Kyrie You niggas stuck on that bullshit, I ain't talkin' 'bout Dennis We the ballers in the game (Uh), feel like we runnin' the scrimmage I'm the best, put a nigga in the Guinness My bitches bad, Trinidad, Red Stripe and the Guinness We paint our nails, hit Mimi for the manicure Only thing we ever duckin' is them Lambi' doors The party is poppin'— Hold the fuck up, Tyga, run that shit Here with the Tiger King when I'm the king when it comes to this Rodman thing All of my songs hit Bada-bing and it pay plenty but I do not feel a thing Last week, bought four of them chains Glowin' up until I'm tourin' the game Restorin' the game, rappers is wildin' Baptized 'em, now I drown 'em Trap album, now they silent Made a mill' talkin' 'bout values Went on a island Beautiful view from a palace Talkin' 'bout shoes with my stylist You is a coward Not really valid Mixin' the hustle with talent Got your bitch browsin' Her comment a thousand Instagram emoji smilin' The party is poppin' (Ayy) While she whip it, she mop it (Yeah) While she lick it, she top it (Yeah) Got the bitches, they swappin' Top is sloppy, it's slimy (Slimy) Mami's ratchet, it's grimy (Ooh) I'm sinnin', I'm winnin' (Winnin') I'm Dennis Rodman (Rodman) Hit a bitch with a mean lil' fadeaway (Fadeaway) Ayy, bitch, you not my type, tell her straight away (Straight away) The party is poppin' (Poppin') While she whip it, she mop it (Mop it) While she lick it, she top it Got the bitches, they swappin' (Swappin')

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Didn’t Wanna Do That

Didn't Wanna Do That by A$AP Ferg

40 ContributorsDidn’t Wanna Do That Lyrics They told me West got robbed (Damn) Where the fuck them niggas be at? They took the chain up off his neck I heard the mac started running laps Oh, what the fuck, how they gon' do that? My nigga got stuffed, he didn't wanna view that I heard they had guns, they ain't wanna use that They ain't wanna see Tom in the fucking boo cap What about Lil Mitt, where the fuck he was at? That nigga too little, they ain't wanna do that But he got more heart than most of them cats If he had that thing, that thing go blat Lil young trap lord with a little backpack Feel at his pulse with a bunch of big gats They ain't wanna do that Semi or the TEC, guns gon' flirt Semi or the TEC, guns gon' flirt Semi or the TEC, guns gon' flirt Semi or the TEC, guns gon' flirt And another one squirt You might also like Revenge is on my mind And now they got my brother Thinking about picking up the nine And making them fuckers lick the blood up There's no need for wasting time Niggas gon' get it one way or another You want to live the street life Go ahead, go ahead Your wig get blown living that street life You can't live long living that street life Got to watch your moms in this street life They'll come to your home in this street life Full clip from the chrome, living that street life Your chromosomes all on the streetlights Lights, somebody gon' die Body on ice, right

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World Is Mine

World Is Mine by A$AP Ferg (Ft. Big Sean)

52 ContributorsWorld Is Mine Lyrics Yeah Better get the fuck out my face You always tellin' me I got the world Talkin' all that shit Bitch you better the fuck out my face But I don't have half of what I want to achieve Na-na-na-na-na-na, fuck is you sayin' I got to get it She tried to tell me that the world is mine I know that ain’t true And even though I want it all I’m young, man, and I got everything to lose I’m young, man, and I got everything to lose I’m young, man, and I got everything to lose I’m young, man, and I got everything to lose I’m young, man, and I got everything to lose She tried to tell me that the world is mine I know that ain’t true And even though I want it all I’m young, man, and I got everything to lose I’m young, man, and I got everything to lose I’m young, man, and I got everything to lose I’m young, man, and I got everything to lose I’m young, man, and I got everything to lose You might also like She tried to tell me that the world is mine But you know it ain’t true, you know it ain’t true I’m tryna make a dollar, get my ass up out of Harlem Cause you know the haters watching and the bullets ain’t cool Ain’t you, attracted to a powerful motherfucker Don't wanna be compared to these rapper dude motherfuckers Who turnin' so passionate when they battling motherfuckers But never get a crib up in Malibu motherfucker And I don’t want to wind up like him He can't afford that Tom Ford, you won’t like that man Grinding that old food, no AC or fan No trips to Jamaica, babe you gets no tan I wanna pull up pull up in a 4-4 or Benz A Sprinter van, with the TVs in Your crew jump in, I’m getting those jeans If we keep on, fuckin’ fly to Japan You say that this shit mami, ‘cause you my girl You say you just need me and need no one else But I'm full of ambition to take over the world She tried to tell me that the world is mine And I know its true And even though I got it all I’m young, man, and I got everything to lose I’m young, man, and I got everything to lose I’m young, man, and I got everything to lose I’m young, man, and I got everything to lose I’m young, man, and I got everything to lose She tried to tell me that the world is mine I know that ain’t true And even though I got it all I’m young, man, and I got everything to lose I’m young, man, and I got everything to lose I’m young, man, and I got everything to lose I’m young, man, and I got everything to lose I’m young, man, and I got everything to lose Funny how it all go go, you never could know though What happened to Tiger was Kobe, you know hoes Get caught in a photo, lipstick on your polo And all the trust that you builds right out the door door Y’all went from lovebirds to looking like Dodos And that shit gon’ last, for months it’ll go go And that shit gon’ drag, drag on like Komodo Over a bitch that look like Quasimodo, god! Now you calling and checkin' in All the time like your ass still on parole though Wondering if you just better off solo You paying a price, but is that what it owe though? Praying up to god about shit that’s not even holy You like “she tripping over bitches saying that they know me” Then she put the pussy on me, swear that shit control me That shit control me, man that shit control me She tried to tell me that the world is mine And I know its true And even though I got it all I’m young, man, and I got everything to lose I’m young, man, and I got everything to lose I’m young, man, and I got everything to lose I’m young, man, and I got everything to lose I’m young, man, and I got everything to lose She tried to tell me that the world is mine I know that ain’t true And even though I got it all I’m young, man, and I got everything to lose I’m young, man, and I got everything to lose I’m young, man, and I got everything to lose I’m young, man, and I got everything to lose I’m young, man, and I got everything to lose

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Uzi Gang

Uzi Gang by A$AP Ferg (Ft. Lil Uzi Vert & Marty Baller)

33 ContributorsUzi Gang Lyrics If the bitch ain't on me, she on Ferg Ask them niggas who they want Who they want? Uzi Gang, A$AP, Uzi Gang, A$AP (Who they want?) Uzi Gang, A$AP, Uzi Gang, A$AP (Who they want?) Uzi Gang, A$AP, Uzi Gang, A$AP (Who they want?) Uzi Gang, A$AP, Uzi Gang, A$AP (Who they want?) Marty Baller a mac I'ma talk about things that go down in the trap You can talk about rap, how I cooked up a flow Watch it rock while I'm spitting this crack Watch that Uzi go "blatt!", lay him flat on his back With the pump, have an asthma attack They ain't want to do that, when them goonies is comin' Young niggas, they not comin' back I'm in Philly, those my other niggas Hundred deep, nobody fuckin' with us Fergie here, I brought my brother with us Nike boots on and we stompin' niggas I'm with the Mob, those my other hittas Let them out the zoo, they go gorilla Harlem World got a hundred spittas Man, I'm Marty Baller, ain't nobody triller You might also like Uzi Gang, A$AP, Uzi Gang, A$AP (Who they want?) Uzi Gang, A$AP, Uzi Gang, A$AP (Who they want?) Uzi Gang, A$AP, Uzi Gang, A$AP (Who they want?) Uzi Gang, A$AP, Uzi Gang, A$AP (Who they want?) I be tellin' her I don't want to fuck Baby just give me the forehead She promised me a threesome with her best friend And I don't want to blow it Even though the bathroom not unisex We can turn that shit co-ed I'ma be fuckin' and suckin' that pussy While I'm leanin' over the toilet Oh, I see that she feelin' the boy, ayy Cause she know that we makin' the noise, ayy Who do you want? It's no choice, ayy Bitch you can't front, you know that we makin' the noise Uzi Gang, A$AP, Uzi Gang, A$AP (Who they want?) Uzi Gang, A$AP, Uzi Gang, A$AP (Who they want?) Uzi Gang, A$AP, Uzi Gang, A$AP (Who they want?) Uzi Gang, A$AP, Uzi Gang, A$AP (Who they want?) You makin' money, I've been made that And that's your new bitch, I been slayed that And this AK'll leave you way back And bitch ass nigga better stay back Before I bring OG Lake back And that's a real nigga, I stay that I might yolk you, get your whole egg crack And my bih like Cassie take that I'm winnin' right now and you hate that I'm rollin' that blunt, you smoke shake pack And your favorite rapper wanna sign me And on some shit, I ain't even take that No, I ain't even take that No, I ain't even take that Who they want? Who they want? Uzi Gang and A$AP Uzi Gang, A$AP, Uzi Gang, A$AP (Who they want?) Uzi Gang, A$AP, Uzi Gang, A$AP (Who they want?) Uzi Gang, A$AP, Uzi Gang, A$AP (Who they want?) Uzi Gang, A$AP, Uzi Gang, A$AP (Who they want?)

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This Side

This Side by A$AP Ferg (Ft. YG)

33 ContributorsThis Side Lyrics On this side kids do drugs On this side kids gang bang On this side better know your codes On this side damu hang On this side, we talk slang On this side we the hat gang In the Bronx, that's the mac game That's what happened when OG Mack came home On this side kids do drugs On this side kids gang bang On this side better know your codes On this side damu hang On this side, we talk slang On this side we the hat gang In the Bronx, that's the mac game That's what happened when OG Mack came home The first time I smoked weed, it was with Bloody Rose Skinny black motherfucker cornrows to the back Had a knack to say brrrrrat Had three cigarette burns in his arm, he wore a gat in his clothes He said, "I'mma be blood 'til the day I die Fergie when you coming home" His little brother Donny was my best friend and he was a blood And his daddy in the pen and he was too And his mom ya ya even she was a blood Donny had a set called LN-Dub they wore a burgundy flag to show their blood-ily love For 31 seconds in an elevator baa like a hundred niggas Go nigga rep your thug They came back with stories like we just got a popping Still breathing hard cause that Glock 9 was popping They hear bodies dropping, the opposites dying Your son is gone and a few mommas crying You know I ain't lying, Ferg satisfying Shit done got turnt up and bullets was flying Couple niggas got burnt up due to all this violence All you hear is the sound of the doosh doosh but no sirens You might also like On this side kids do drugs On this side kids gang bang On this side better know your codes On this side damu hang On this side, we talk slang On this side we the hat gang In the Bronx, that's the mac game That's what happened when OG Mack came home On this side kids do drugs On this side kids gang bang On this side better know your codes On this side damu hang On this side, we talk slang On this side we the hat gang In the Bronx, that's the mac game That's what happened when OG Mack came home Pop pop blllllrat rat Tony mentioned he ain't the only one to get you smacked On this side niggas got fat gats Point them at the enemy and go bllllrat rat Nigga nigga I'm from Bompton If you grew up in the hood you got no option If you ran into the hood then that's your problem Hi mom I'm a blood now what you know 'bout it On this side niggas getting DP'd Get your ass whooped in front of all your hommies This the type shit to have a motherfucking bitch ass nigga snitching on his homies So I'm bicken back being bool (I'm bicken back being bool) I'm bicken back being bool (I'm bicken back being bool) Red everything iPhone cases to my shoes Know all of my bloods say soo-woo On this side kids do drugs On this side kids gang bang On this side better know your codes On this side damu hang On this side, we talk slang On this side we the hat gang In the Bronx, that's the mac game That's what happened when OG Mack came home On this side kids do drugs On this side kids gang bang On this side better know your codes On this side damu hang On this side, we talk slang On this side we the hat gang In the Bronx, that's the mac game That's what happened when OG Mack came home Momma said Darold don't wear red it's a bunch of black boys cutting boys ear to ear I went to Bloody Rose room we fucked the bitches there I was only fourteen years old in that pussy hair It was drawings of bugs bunny on the wall With Yosemite Sam his gun was tall Backwards clothes on like Kriss Kross Man this shit is looney toon who did this shit dawg I was gang affiliated like Shakur Rest in Peace to who ain't make it man, I'm pissed off They live by it so they dying by the pistol And they hate to see a nigga pop crystal Shit dawg every time I think about that shit dawg I pour another bottle, let the floor dissolve Then glug 'til a nigga can't see shit This is for my thug niggas who I used to be with On this side kids do drugs On this side kids gang bang On this side better know your codes On this side damu hang On this side, we talk slang On this side we the hat gang In the Bronx, that's the mac game That's what happened when OG Mack came home On this side kids do drugs On this side kids gang bang On this side better know your codes On this side damu hang On this side, we talk slang On this side we the hat gang In the Bronx, that's the mac game That's what happened when OG Mack came home

A$AP Ferg

Let You Go

Let You Go by A$AP Ferg

48 ContributorsLet You Go Lyrics She questioned my lyrics My love for your music is bittersweet every time that I hear it Your great-sounding art helped build my walls And pushes me away so I won't fall I'm thinking in my head "shit, oh my lord" She texted me last night with all my faults Downloaded your mixtape, it sound so good But why you gotta say things that make me sound so small? You talking 'bout your experience with other women How you think that be looking? My daddy and whole family hearing Where's the respect? I don't feel it And if you lose me, would you fear it? Would you take back the silly acts that you was sharing? About how you deceived and cheated with no caring The honesty in your music is fucking overbearing I feel you, babe, I understand where you coming from Just hear me out, just understand where I'm coming from I'm not dumb, I know what I write I don't wanna hurt you and I hate to fight I'm conscious of everything I recite Cleanse the soul through fingertips when I write I don't really know if it's wrong or right I feel like God put me here to shed the light You might also like But I don't ever wanna let you go 'Cause when the smoke clears, you'll still be here Through the pain and the tears All these years But I don't ever wanna let you go 'Cause when the smoke clears, you'll still be here Through the pain and the tears All these years You ride for me You lie for me You would die for me And you cry for me But I don't ever wanna let you go 'Cause when the smoke clears, you'll still be here Through the pain and the tears All these years My open letter to my girl who got my back Who's affected by the real shit in my raps What's that name of the song, the Jay Z track? I was just fucking them girls, I was gon' get right back Still tryna figure my place in this world Ain't mean to hurt the heart of my beautiful girl See, I talk about the real so my niggas'll learn Try give 'em motivation so my niggas'll earn So I talk about how I shine and fuck on dimes Rolling in the Maybachs, seats reclined I know it sounds kinda harsh when I speak 'bout mine And you'll be crying in the dark and wanna leave sometime But I don't ever wanna let you go 'Cause when the smoke clears, you'll still be here Through the pain and the tears All these years But I don't ever wanna let you go 'Cause when the smoke clears, you'll still be here Through the pain and the tears All these years But I don't ever wanna let you go 'Cause when the smoke clears, you'll still be here Through the pain and the tears All these years You ride for me You lie for me You would die for me And you cry for me But I don't ever wanna let you go 'Cause when the smoke clears, you'll still be here Through the pain and the tears All these years You ride for me You lie for me You would die for me And you cry for me

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A Hundred Million Roses

A Hundred Million Roses by A$AP Ferg

14 ContributorsA Hundred Million Roses Lyrics Uh, when I die bring a hundred million roses Pretty bad bitches making love to my posters In my Cartiers, two lugged teeth Threw ice in it, so I feel the breeze Two thug bitches, thinkin about them G's Who love the hood, they'll never leave Four model bitches stay popping E On that booger sugar, rolling up the trees Spit hella game in her skinny frame Versace frames, and her dirty bangs She fuck her friends, then fuck my friends This story go, it will never end, (it will never end) It, it, it will never end And if I die before I wake, I pray that A$AP will be great My mama good and my girl be late So there will be another me and the world be straight Damn that nigga did his thang, he took over and changed the game His silk shirt, Versace frames, his fly ass bitches His tight ass jeans, his dirty Benz, his Cuban links His big ass smile, his eyes is chinked His brown ass skin, he was looking gold He really lived, God bless his soul You might also like When I die bring a hundred million roses Pretty bad bitches making love to my posters Roses, bring a hundred million roses Roses, roses, bring a hundred million roses Fergie, Fergie ? Uh, tell that bitch that I'm Fergie Ferg Remind her I'm rich but never flip a bird Yes a nigga street, just like the curb Young Bari high, fucking with the herd Rest in peace to Selena I listen to you sing when I'm rolling the weed up Mix the Cristal with Tequila Might fuck your bitch but I don't wanna to kill her I beat that bitch, flash backs to Tina I feel like Ike when I'm on the mic And my Diet Butcher, Vera Wang Vera Wang slang bitches for their brain And 40 ounce bounce, thug bitches with the fangs Who fill the block up with cocaine When I die bring a hundred million roses Pretty bad bitches making love to my posters Roses, bring a hundred million roses Roses, roses, bring a hundred million roses

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Nandos

Nandos by A$AP Ferg

34 ContributorsNandos Lyrics Yeah Nowadays shit is crazy out here man Gotta protect yourself, yeah Load up the chopper and ride on your enemies (Trap) That's what you get when you fuck with the family (Lord) Roll with the fuckin' winners we the winner team (Trap) You fuck with my niggas you gettin' the penalty (Lord) Remember me Load up the chopper and ride on your enemies (Trap) This what you get when you fuck with the family (Lord) Roll with the fuckin' winners we the winner team (Trap) You fuck with my niggas you gettin' the penalty (Lord) Remember me Hundred bottles in the club when I land though We was in the PJ flying high fucking up Nandos Landed in Cannes for a couple bands, that was the plan though We gotta get a couple model bitches we gon' fuck on the damn boat The SLS got me dippin' out, we gon' fuck with the Lambo The pigs fuckin' with me I'ma turn into Django Let's ride on these niggas 'til Kirk Knight gotta speed up the tempo This Hennessy got me fucked up, yeah I ain't feelin' my pain though Feelin' my pain though You might also like Load up the chopper and ride on your enemies (Trap) That's what you get when you fuck with the family (Lord) Roll with the fuckin' winners we the winner team (Trap) You fuck with my niggas you gettin' the penalty (Lord) Remember me Load up the chopper and ride on your enemies (Trap) That's what you get when you fuck with the family (Lord) Roll with the fuckin' winners we the winner team (Trap) You fuck with my niggas you gettin' the penalty (Lord) Remember me Fuckin' hatin' niggas damning my interviews Fuck what you thinkin' my nigga? This USA shit get it critical I'm not talkin' lyrical I'm talkin' po-po-po that be shootin' niggas in the blues Shit is so cynical Call up a Uber now my little niggas will finish you Now look what I did to you Motherfucker don't you see that I'm ridin' 24/7 on the corner all my niggas they be all survivin' Used to only hear ice cream trucks now all we hear is sirens That's 'cause this fucking world only stuck on money and violence Money and violence Load up the chopper and ride on your enemies (Trap) That's what you get when you fuck with the family (Lord) Roll with the fuckin' winners we the winner team (Trap) You fuck with my niggas you gettin' the penalty (Lord) Remember me Load up the chopper and ride on your enemies (Trap) That's what you get when you fuck with the family (Lord) Roll with the fuckin' winners we the winner team (Trap) You fuck with my niggas you gettin' the penalty (Lord) Remember meEmbed

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4:02

4:02 by A$AP Ferg

35 Contributors4:02 Lyrics Damn who knocking on the fucking door like that? Shit. I think that's our little friend. Hold on man, let me get that. Damn. Took forever, step on in, let me holla, yeah. Put your coat right there. Little mama say what's up to my baby, get acquainted. Here's your new best friend. Damn, lay down right there. Chocolate and caramel, best of both worlds. She got nice lips. She got a body on her right there. That's why I chose you Baby, touch me right there – Right there? You like that? – Oh shit. Now mama, let's see what mama taste like. Tell me what she taste like Damn Sipping on that Henny got me going crazy with two ladies Looking so good, don't you want to be my baby You lay it down, don't play around, don't make a sound Let me see that ass bounce, yeah And I want you to kiss her, and I want you to kiss her back Ooh, girl, just move girl, and I want you to move it just like that Damn baby, you movin' it so good I like the way you talk, I like the way you move I like the way you scream, I like the way you do what you do The way you talk to me, the way you talk The way you talk to me, the way you talk – Hello – Bitch, where you at? – Minding my mothafuckin' business – Where your broke ass at? – Fuck does it sound like you crying? Is that bitch nigga 'bout it? – Bitch, you better not be with that nigga, Ferg – Shut the fuck up! Nigga, stop crying like a little bitch! – Come to the streets, nigga – Fuck outta here, that's why you fucking crying like a lit—I'm fucking yo' bitch, nigga – Please, don't leave me – I fucking your bitch nigga, yeah – Please, don't leave me, please, I need you – I'm fucking you bitch. And she with my bitch. I'm fucking both of them bitches – Hello? Hello? – Fuck you, bitch!You might also like

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Kristi

Kristi by A$AP Ferg (Ft. Denzel Curry, IDK & Nick Nack)

42 ContributorsKristi Lyrics Aw Lord baby, she got a flip phone Da-damn baby, I been smokin' Been chokin' and it's so potent baby, we high baby And you got the silver Gucci by my man Ferg, baby? You a giant baby, you steppin' on these niggas' necks Sometimes you gotta just ease that, ease that left foot off baby And then put your right foot on the, on the top of them, big baby And choke them even harder, cause you's a dog You's a, you's a fuckin' champ, these are puppies baby They can't, they can't fuck with you baby, Lord Racks on racks on racks, (Yeah) Dapper Dan all on my back (Right) Double G all on my cap, (Yeah) monogram on a Maybach (Smear) Testin' that pussy like Pap (Smear) eatin' that bitch from the back (Yeah) Mumble rap all on that cat (Yeah) Lil Pump, she makin' it clap I'm 'bout to write Yammy a letter, tell 'em I'm doin' way better (Right) "Plain Jane" the song of the year (Yeah) I'm busy just chasin' the lettuce I'm a Calvin Klein model on billboards, I did a campaign with the fellas (Right) Adidas done gave me another deal and Hennessy too, they got cheddar (Alright) Shoot videos in the PJs (Yeah) then I go hop on a PJ (Yeah) They sendin' me all these free clothes (Right) momma just put it on eBay I run the shit like a relay, niggas gon' have to press replay Yammy say hi to my daddy for me, and Jam Master Jay for TJ You might also like Goddamn, nigga When it be raining outside nigga, you the umbrella Cause that shit just bounce off you with that Gucci God, nigga I'ma call you Kristi YamaGucci, baby Cause you just all over the fuckin' world with this shit, baby Niggas cannot touch you Trench coat mob is a Go-Go Gadget You don't wanna see a pretty scene get drastic Fuckin' with the Lords, no Frodo Baggins Niggas bring your clothes to the screen like a fat bitch Even though my name is Denzel, no actin' Pap-pap, puttin' everything inside a casket Track that, everything is gonna be a classic Wrap that, put that bitch inside a prophylactic When I'm rappin', got no heart, I’m double tappin' From a city built on coke and pistol-packin' See you flaggin' and they packin' what you lackin' Take you out and then they act like nothin' happen Amnesia got rid of the heater Back in the hood where they blowin' on reefer I follow the light while you follow the leader Now a nigga overseas where they checkin' my Visa, look Nah baby, what kinda flip phone you got? Is that a Nextel baby, no, a Chirp baby This nigga got a Boost, baby, what the fuck Nigga, you gotta step it up You need to get you a trap phone Nigga you need to get one of these fuckin' Motorolas, baby Niggas can't even track us, baby Finger roll, finger roll, finger roll, finger roll, dunk, yeah Ballin' on my enemies, I ain't even tyin' up the pumps, huh Imagine when I tie 'em up, yeah I shake 'em, they gon' need a crutch, yeah And I ain't talkin' groupie bitches When I say they got their panties in a bunch I'm talkin' niggas, I ain't talkin' nada They ain't talkin' figures, gotta be six, seven or better Tryna get a house, gotta get my bread up Tryna stay on pace? You gon' have to step up Cruisin' in a Wraith, see if they make it get-up Pull up to the place, fucked her when we met up Yeah, I'm gettin' buzz, but I never let up I ain't seen a doctor, but I got my check up Check up, check up, check up, check up I'm playin' chess, you stuck on checkers That's why your gang can never check us They take your chain, and now you neck-less Check up, check up, check up, check up I got a check on my watch (Wait) I'm losin' track of time Cause I don't hear tick or no tock (Yup)

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Aww Yeah

Aww Yeah by A$AP Ferg (Ft. Lil Yachty)

35 ContributorsAww Yeah Lyrics Yeah, shhhhh Bow your head I'm a Trap Lord again It's the Trap Lord, Hood Pope and Lil Boat nigga Don't like that nigga, ain't happenin' You can suck on my dick nigga, fuck 'em Yeah Diamonds shining everywhere, aw yeah Big ol' booty in the air, aw yeah Diamonds in my Cartier, aw yeah Ferg and Yachty in the Lear, aw yeah Diamonds shining everywhere, aw yeah Big ol' booty in the air, aw yeah Diamonds in my Cartier, aw yeah Ferg and Yachty in the Lear, aw yeah This what it sound like when doves cry Traplord in the building like yeah, right! Fucking on a bad model bitch And I bought her the Prada and Fendi like yeah, right! In the Ferrari with Yachty We just left the party, we hop in the Lear In the PJ with a couple bad bitches And they touching my Cartiers Damn and I never had a bitch pop a pussy like this That's a bad bitch right there Poppin' the bottles of the Cris, you don't think I'm the shit You niggas is some haters Aw man look at the glist' on a wrist Look like I had it in refrigerator Had your bitch put a good kiss on a dick And she know that's my spot right there You might also like Diamonds shining everywhere, aw yeah Big ol' booty in the air, aw yeah Diamonds in my Cartier, aw yeah Ferg and Yachty in the Lear, aw yeah Diamonds shining everywhere, aw yeah Big ol' booty in the air, aw yeah Diamonds in my Cartier, aw yeah Ferg and Yachty in the Lear, aw yeah Living out my dreams, I live movie scenes Nothing's what it seems, thirty to my seams I'm with the Hood Pope, we like finer things Bad Australian bitches in designer jeans Mister typhoon, trapping Cancun, diamonds full moon You's a whole coon, I can't wait for June Drop the top on that new zoom zoom I'm a young nigga, nineteen, I can be your mama's son Fuck your mama's son Collar Gang and that's when the drama come (Lil Boat) Diamonds shining everywhere, aw yeah Big ol' booty in the air, aw yeah Diamonds in my Cartier, aw yeah Ferg and Yachty in the Lear, aw yeah Diamonds shining everywhere, aw yeah Big ol' booty in the air, aw yeah Diamonds in my Cartier, aw yeah Ferg and Yachty in the Lear, aw yeahEmbed

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Strive

Strive by A$AP Ferg (Ft. Missy Elliott)

37 ContributorsStrive Lyrics You can be you today, you can be you tonight Know you're feelin' really great, it's gon' be alright I can see it in your face and I know you wanna fly So get off your ass and create your life 'Cause you're missin' opportunities I know you're rich in opportunities And you're missin' opportunities I know you're rich in opportunities Oh, oh, oh Workin' in Ben & Jerry's, it was scary My life vision was blurry You got talent, why's you here? I'm thinkin', "Yeah, plus I am gettin' a belly" I remember mama screamin' "You ain't gon' be like your Uncle Terry" Uncle Terry on the corner sellin' rocks He don't care what you tell him He a hustler, bad muddastrudda Ridin' in a brand new Lex when he pull up He got a hood bitch from the block in the winter He pull up on her like, "Baby give me sugar, mane" Man I wish I coulda, shoulda, woulda Woulda put a hurtin' on her if I hit her with the wood up She got me dreamin' When I get outta the hood, I'ma get me somethin' better You might also like You can be you today, you can be you tonight Know you're feelin' really great, it's gon' be alright I can see it in your face and I know you wanna fly So get off your ass and create your life 'Cause you're missin' opportunities I know you're rich in opportunities And you're missin' opportunities I know you're rich in opportunities Oh, oh, oh In VA, where I stay They don't play, they'll tell you that to your face Collard greens, candied yams, potato salad Before you grub, better say your grace Auntie Jean was kinda mean, but she had dreams She used to sing like Tina Turner She said, "Bring my wig and bring my dress My high heel shoes from a Sunday mornin' service" Ayy, she said, "I'll show y'all beginners" I'll still whoop that ass with a switch and a splinter Pray for these tramps runnin' round like a sinner Missy wanna be a star? Well tell her she's a winner Ayy, she a bad lil' sumn' Love how she dance like Michael Jackson Told me I would be number one Just be yourself, don't be nothin' like them You can be you today, you can be you tonight Know you're feelin' really great, it's gon' be alright I can see it in your face and I know you wanna fly So get off your ass and create your life 'Cause you're missin' opportunities I know you're rich in opportunities And you're missin' opportunities I know you're rich in opportunities Oh, oh, oh